Even so, from time to time, when their 'cigarettes' were extinguished by a downpour, they wondered, they wondered why Little Turnip grew ever smaller.... "It should be the other way round; Little Turnip should be growing larger," Shania objected. But Celine knew better: "Whenever anything gets smaller, it gets better," she proclaimed. "It's like grapes. When they shrivel into berries, then it's time to make our famous ice wine."Shania was even more confused: "But," she said, "it's possible. One of his rules was that she could not cum unless he agreed. "She's not just a married ho. She works as a lawyer during the week."The guy fucking her slowed down and now was making long slow deep strokes. Michelle leaned over and thrust her ass high in the air and her hands gripped the bed. The guy fucking her pulled her hair and made her turn around."No shit. This ho a lawyer too?"The guy let go of her hair and Michelle moaned and hung her head. The guy slapped her ass hard. "Answer me ho.. I dohope he has a change of clothes in there.. no way he can hide the stainthat's going to form... Feeling both embarrassed and pleased with myselfI mince back to the kitchen, carefully move the bondage stool to one sideand dispose of the packaging. I do not want to get extra punishment ortime on the stool... though I am intrigued as well, dammit.What I do do is get to cooking, wondering what Mistress Thorne's plans arefor the night, how is she going to play the maid - Mistress game. I've. Her juices were flowing in copious amounts, their warm milky smoothness lacing my palm and soaking her entire crotch.“God, Jerry! That’s it, right there! Make me cum, lover!” Brandy growled in my ear, the first words spoken in almost an hour. I acquiesced to her demand and wiggled my finger as softly as I could. Within seconds I could feel the walls of her vagina flutter, gripping and pulling me in deeper as her orgasm broke open and flooded her entire body. She reacted to that feeling of.