The camerawas so small that it would have fit in the palm of my hand. Then Carol satbeside me on my right. "Show time!" She said, "I hope this is good..." Barbaraassured her that it was and that everything had went as planned. I had noidea what they were talking about. Then Barbara used the remote to turn onthe TV and VCR. The image on the TV screen was of a small private diningroom where a buxom redheaded waitress was showing a shapely young blonde ina blue satin dress to a booth. My eyes grew. We got the stuff from the IKEA outlet 'cause we were in a bit of a hurry, but it's not too bad, is it?"Judy found the furniture appealing, with white surfaces and birch wood trimmings. The bed was in the French style, essentially a double, but with a metal frame made from two-inch, raw iron tubing. There was a desk with a very modern swivel chair, a chest of drawers, and a sliding door wardrobe."It's nice. I appreciate the hospitality. This house, it's so ... I don't know." It's from the. " Where?" I want your cock inside of me," I whispered. It was so true."Are you my slut?" he asked."Just do it already!" I pleaded."Tell me what I want to hear."I wanted it so bad I felt like I was going to explode into a million lusty pieces."I'm your slut!" I whispered loudly."And?" I'm your slut and I'll do anything you tell me to do! Now go inside me!" I raised my voice until it was almost too loud."Shh!" he said."Please!" I whispered.And with that, he thrust forward. The head of his cock. Victoria cried on Harold’s shoulder the moment he sat next to her. He shared her sorrow because the bombshell receptionist walked down the aisle too quickly to acknowledge his raised finger. When one of Dean’s cousins or uncle or something pulled out a poem he wrote, Harold knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit through this whole thing with an unsucked cock. He looked around for Beverly, but her cute little frown was between some other guy’s legs—the same guy the assistant was blowing earlier..