"There!" Dianna pronounced triumphantly, "maybe not as good as Angelo would do, but it will do for today." Angelo?" I questioned."He does all our wigs... Sweetheart," she informed me. "He's been around for ages. He used to be the stylist at Broadway Wigs. Now he has his own shop. We wouldn't think of using anyone else. When this needs to be cleaned and re-styled, I'll take you to him and introduce you."We knew neither of us could bear to part with the beautiful hairpiece, so I made plans to send. "Who owns you? " his eyes are hard. "You do Master." I avert my eyes. "Look at me." he hisses. "Are you only mine?" he watches me intently. He knows I am a handful. In some ways easy to control, in other ways exasperating. I pause. I never lie to him. My lip trembles. He sits up quickly , and leans over me. "I cannot hear you!" he is losing patience. "I could be." I barely get the words out. I tense, waiting for the reaction I know will come."What fucking kind of answer is that?" he harshly. "When Brenda lay in bed that night, she felt relieved. One of those nagging things she hadn't wanted to deal with was now being taken off her back. Wade was professional and yet not cold or clinical. He had a more folksy way about him that wasn't evident when they first met. She felt confident that she would be satisfied with his efforts on her behalf.It took a month of back-and-forth for Wade Masterson to get the insurance claim settled. In the end, he had to threaten to sue for further monies. He started stroking his meatloaf in my love tunnel and i could not resist soft moans. I kept my eyes closed but started hopping my ass cheeks up and down in unison with my brother’s deep thrusts in my pussy. Knowing fully well that i was enjoying fucking while asleep, he started stroking his hard rock meat deep down my pussy ferociously. He clenched my breasts in his hands, planted his lips at my moist lips and groaned. I felt stiffness in his body and a huge thrust of his cock deep down my.