"How much is it?" he asked the woman behindthe counter as he started digging through his purse to find his wallet."I haven't finished ringing everythi...g up yet," she replied."Well, aren't you going to answer my question?" girl number one asked,sounding a bit angry about it.Chad didn't even remember the question. Not that he cared. "Whatquestion?" Who picks out your clothes? Do you do it?"Chad rolled his eyes. Why couldn't they leave him alone? "Sometimes,"he replied."Did you pick out that. I'm getting you hard again and going to milk your cock dry!". I just stared intensely. "You're going to do nastier things with mommy then you've done with anyone, now suck on my tits, baby", she ordered.I leaned down and took turns between her massive tits, sucking and slurping on the right, then the left, squeezing them hard, pushing them together, grabbing them from the bottom and squeezing, and fondling and squeezing from all directions, as much as I could.She then pushed me back, I stood up. S.P.Cs and had seen their host, years later, carting a baby around. This was much more clinical and the extra income would come in handy. She hoped the host would be worked very hard. c***dren were expensive and, although Don was rising quickly through the ranks of his company, they could still use the extra income. Drss. Dragonmage continued to flip through the notes held on her clipboard. "Ah yes. The medical Insurance. Yes that seems to be in order. Your company is paying I presume?" Don. I was, quite honestly, starting to lose interest, figuring he was just another of the "Internet fakes". We have all run into them, the guys who are all talk and no action. This morning, however, would turn out much different and I was in for a quite exciting day. As we chatted about what we wanted to do, I mentioned that I was feeling this was just talk and wondered if we should part ways. With this, he said that he was real and that he was prepared to show me, if I truly was the slut that I.