"I felt movement next to me as he shifted on the bed. I wasn't sure what he wanted or what to expect. "Suck me," he ordered making it clear what was r...quired. Feeling for him, my hand touched his sweaty, hairy chest as it followed his clammy skin lower past his swollen beer belly to the nest of hair below the gut.Feeling it with my hand was a lot different than feeling it with my pussy as my fingers grasped the bulky organ. It was wet, semi-hard and very heavy as I lifted it from his baggy. “They prepare it for American palates. Estrellita evidently believes in preparing it correctly.”“Of course I do ... I hope you aren’t hurt, Master?”“No, you did very good ... and now that I’m prepared, I’ll have some more.”He looked around at others around the table, drinking their milk.“At least I wasn’t the only one.”“Oh, far from it,” Abby replied.Sitting back after dinner with her coffee, Abby noticed Donna and Fei Hung talking over something by the entertainment system.“They’re up to. "I moved over and grabbed his arm, snuggling into him. "I'll hold you to that." Good." He kissed the top of my head. "We're here. It's Show Time."He grabbed his camera and I got my laptop. Jack put his arm around my waist and we walked up the path with me leaning against him. The front door was double, made out of solid wood with glass in both doors. Jack pushed the button and I heard the doorbell play a few notes, something between chimes and a gong.Marge opened the front door for us."Right on. She went fromthe kind of girls that rips the wings of flies and then tries to staplethem back on, to this sweet, loving creature. I didn't know what to make ofit, but I also didn't want to figure it out if there was something wrongwith it. So I just turned off my brain and let the water run down ourbodies, finding the tiny crevices between our soft embrace and heating themup as they caressed them with tiny streams. Of course, this oasis in Hellcouldn't last forever. After what seemed like only.