.. their kind." Sandra, I think you should just shut up and take your children home," I heard Weena say. "I can't tell you what I think with them here... And I think you should try life without your head in one of your orifices." What's 'orry fishes'?" asked Andy as I walked in the door."Glad you're back, Gordy," David said. "We were just getting ready to go." Yes," said Dad. "The girls were just saying adoo."Five minutes later they were gone. "You did tell me she was a bitch," Weena remarked.. This is my domain from 8 o’clock in the evening to 6 o’clock the next morning. There are four holes in this stall,one in front of me big enough to accommodate the biggest of “tools”,one above that one so either a customer with a bigger than normal tool can help me fit it down my throat or just so he can show his dominance by making me gag on it and last but not least,the hole behind me for those who want to fill my fuckhole with their warm,thick cream or any other juices that flow out of their. It was not long before Rhiana was breathing heavily. Her right hand descended deftly to her thighs, feeling the moisture on the inner-most part of her legs, stroking it slowly until her fingers touched her lips and a gasp escaped her mouth. Her slender middle finger traced a wet line up her lips and down again, parting them slowly in search of pleasure, drawing wetness out from inside her and onto her clit. There her finger stopped to rub gently the swelling bud until it became dry, then she. I heard her heels click across the concrete floor as she left, and Michael asked me what my natural hair color was, and if I had ever tried another color. I told him that my natural color was a dark brown, with some gray, and that my beard and mustache, when they grew back, were a mixed red/brown with plenty of gray. He asked how I wore my hair and I told him that since I had left the military I had let it grow, and that came down almost to my shoulder blades in a pony tail before the accident.