‘Listen, what’re you doing after dinner?’ ‘Nothing planned really.’ ‘Cool. Come by my office after dinner service.’ She winked and ran h...r hand across his chest as she disappeared into the kitchen. He watched as she scurried off, her petite ass swaying and her thick bun bouncing as she jogged inside. Cyrus met the rest of the group at the bar, and though he engaged in some conversation with them, his mind was on Maria. He couldn’t get the image of her petite body out of his mind, and only. I pushed my dick in his mouth, put my hands on the back of his head and started to fuck his mouth. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to drive my cock into his mouth without any hesitation. He gagged a few times and after a while I could feel him pulling back. I made sure he could speak and asked: “What’s the matter, don’t you like it?” “Sure,” he said “but I wasn’t expecting you to be this ... » I didn’t even let him finish his sentence. I just flung him on to his hands and knees and got. For a cell, it sure seemed big!One woman threw a lever on the wall, and suddenly the room lit up with dim light. He felt a brief touch of wonder. He had heard of this strange way of lighting rooms instead of torches. Electricity, it was called. It did not exist where he came from. What kind of magic created it?That wonder was short lived. It was soon overtaken by something else as he got a look of the room.It was indeed large, and full of things. It was the things which ignited the terror. He got up, went to the bathroom and came right back with a warm washcloth and wiped my pussy and behind off, and then did the same to himself.”“Like I said, a gentleman all the way,” Marcie said with a smile.“Then I lied to him.”“You didn’t! That could ruin everything.”“It didn’t! I told him it was wonderful, and it was. Then I lied and said it was my first time.”“But I saw you with the vegetable!” he said.“Yeah, but I’ve been masturbating since I was fourteen, almost daily, you know?”Fritz’s.