Sandra squirmed in ecstasy under him, apparently wholly undisturbed by the presence of her "sister," pelvis meeting his renewed thrusts with exquisite...vigor, until she shuddered and cried out in yet another climax. It was too much for poor Bill. Try as he would to prevent it, to make it last a while longer, he ejaculated violently. He lunged into her, ramming as deeply as he could, hearing her surprised yelp as his cock forced the end of her vagina, and let go with steaming jets of sperm. . We pulled into the parking lot of a high-end lingerie store. "I need to get something nice for my sexy slave. It's your reward for being good last night." "Mhmmm," she said, smiling at me. "Whatever you want, sir." We got out, and entered. She tried on whatever I wanted, modeling it for me. I eventually decided on a red see-through babydoll. However, as she went to put on her original clothes, I handed her the pink vibrator. "Put this in your pussy and turn it on." She took it from me. As soon. He opened the door and I wound up looking up and almost straining my neck - he was tall! A light chocolate brown, he was wearing basketball shorts - that was all. I looked at his chest; his pecs were pronounced, his arms thick and his abs muscled. I looked at those shorts and something in them was moving."I'm Duane. I don't think I got your name." Sorry! It's Tim. Damn, Duane, you are an amazing looking specimen of male anatomy! (Don't know where that came from). If you'll let me in, we can get. Most of the traffic is from coal or log trucks, each weighing sixty thousand pounds and every one a menace. I was daydreaming as usual while reflecting on my wasted life and how much of it was my fault. You see, I was one of the many who were too intelligent for their own good. I was constantly bored in school because it was just too easy, so of course I blew it off. I was ostracized and ridiculed in high school because I blew the curve. I only showed up on Fridays to take their sorry excuses.