Sweat poured from my brow as my balls slapped her thighs. I swear that I could feel my cock turning red from the friction of this terrific fuck as her...juices ran down my nuts. Begging I pleaded with her, "Let me cum inside of you sweet slut, I want to fill you up with my cream; please let me cum!" Oh yes bastard fill me up with your seed; plant your seeds in my garden; oh God yes!" The room echoed with the sound of skin slapping on skin. My hands were now digging into her hips."Shit, bitch, I'm. We learned about a year or so ago when she ordered DVDs, that we both liked to watch sex DVD,s, and we did watch three or four. Then we left town for a trip and never watched the rest of them. I particularly liked watching one about masturbation because she wanted to see me jack-off after we watched the DVD. I did, which was extremely erotic for me, and the whole time she was anxiously awaiting her chance to lick the come off of my cock, and balls. Afterward, she was still willing to jill. Just as he heard the door click shut, he heard a pair of footstepscoming down the alley toward him. He couldn't see whoever it was thatwas walking toward him, but when he heard whoever it was start towhistle. He recognized the song: 'I'll get you' by The Beatles. Neofelt a stab of female panic and grabbed the handled to the dressingroom door only to find it had locked shut behind him. He banged weaklyon the door with the palm of his hand, glancing back at the directionfrom where the whistling. Daphne looked at Larry suspiciously. "Hire one." What, hire a slave? How does that help?" No, not a slave. Hire a personal trainer. That's what normal people do. You give them money and they work for you. Sorted — and it's cheaper, believe me." Hire one?" Yes, look in Yellow Pages. Put 'personal fitness trainers' into Google. You don't need our database; you just need a cheque book. It's how they make their living. You must be hiring people all the time in business."Hire one? But this is a bit.