This here is my fiancee, Karen. And here is my other girlfriend, Michelle. And this is Michelle’s husband, Brian. And these are Kayla and Carmen, ou... new roommates. Maybe more than that. Before you ask, yeah, I’m breaking free and being my true self at last. No more holding it back for your mother’s sake,” I introduced them at last.“So, it’s okay for you to date a married woman, but not for me to date another man while with you? What a hypocrite!” Tracy ranted at me.“Woah, nelly! Back that. What do you need to accomplish your quest?"I explained that I had the necessary measuring devices, and would need only a coffin, and a waggon and horses to transport the body."A coffin can be obtained easily enough from the village carpenter; we have horses and waggons, but what we do not possess are horse shoes, and I am at my wits end as to how we are to plough the fields ready for the spring sowing. There is no blacksmith, other than in Valenciennes, and he has enough work for four men, and. Robert cupped his hand up under my balls and squeezed them softly. With his other hand he reached behind me and rubbed my butt. I started getting a funny feeling and my breathing quickened. Moving his hand from my balls to my dick, he moved it back and forth on my dick. My heart was pounding as Robert stroked my dick. After a couple of minutes he said, this isn't working, let's try something else. He turned me around and said to bend over. I felt his hands on both sides of my butt. My legs. I licked slowly with wide, flat strokes of my tongue. Mistress sat contentedly and purred at my degradation. ‘Don’t forget the bottoms,’ she said at one point. I knelt lower and started licking her boot soles. There was a patch of dried mud there and I began working desperately to lick it away. After a few minutes, Mistress asked: ‘Having some trouble, puppy?’ ‘Yes, Mommy. I can’t get this dried mud off,’ I replied. Mistress reached down, unzipped her boot, and.