When he looks back, Mela is laying on the coffee table, flat on her belly, a foot away!“I bet your wife is a heavy sleeper,” she says, arching her...eyebrow up as she looks in the direction of the bedroom.Anders shifts. He can’t help but look down her back to the swell of her ass. “She can be,” he mumbles. “It depends on how tired she is.”“Well, I don’t think she’ll wake up,” Mela says. “It gives you and I more time together.”“Yeah,” he sighs.“You don’t mind me being here, do you?” she asks,. She'd say "Who did I let come through our doors? And on several academic scholarships, to boot. What kind of sexist, low-life piece of trash are you coming here and abusing my girls" He tried not to focus on what was being screamed at him as he could tell at this point he was just a scapegoat and found himself deeply engrossed staring at Ms. Christie's breasts. For some reason they were slightly out, just showing a fair bit of cleavage. Not very revealing but it was enough to ensnare Tom's. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick.What does that have to do with this? Simple, it's not always about what you expect. It's about more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes they're missed. Sometimes you are in control and sometimes you're controlled.In the end, isn't it all about pleasure? How much pleasure do you get in a day? Me? I prefer as much as possible, all I can get.That's why I'm a pet. I don't know if that first experience in the back of. “That feels wonderful,” he muttered.I told him, “Good. I want it to be pleasurable for you buddy. If at any time you don’t like what you are feeling or if what I am doing is in any way wrong for you, just say STOP, ok?”“Ok.”I rubbed and massaged more oil onto Baxter’s accessible body parts. Rub, rub, rub. My hands, accidentally on purpose, also lightly rubbed the crack of his ass. And his puckered anus. He did not protest. He liked being rubbed and massaged.His skin was slick and glistening.