”He simply stared at me and then changed the subject slightly. “We’ll need to hire a babysitter for your daughter.”I nodded. I could never aff...rd the services of a babysitter since the divorce. I would have to explain the need to Shirley for her to obey. Of course, Master referred to her as mine, not ours. That still hurt, especially with the way I’ve been feeling about him recently.“Master, you know I can work with Shirley. She passed the tests at the Day Care center with flying colors. I can. ”“Los Angeles is run down, or what?” Josh asked, “A very nice city I thought it is.”“Most of it is pretty run down,” Jill said, “Some of it is nice, but it’s ... so hot and dry there. I’d rather be in New York, frankly.”“We couldn’t park our car in New York, though,” George pointed out.“True. I do like Silver Penthouse,” Jill admitted.“I’m so hungry,” George changed the subject.“You’re always hungry,” Jill said as the train pulled up into the station, “By the way, what kind of rooms did you. Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”The clenching her pussy muscles did on me took me over the edge. I knew this orgasm was going to be a good one, hell, a great one, especially since her vaginal muscles clamped down on me so hard when she came that I couldn't cum until she was done. It was like pinching the base of your cock just as you're about to cum. If you do it right, you get to feel an orgasm without actually shooting any semen, and when you finally release the pressure, it spurts out. "The boy peered into the sack. Upon seeing the new leather gloves, the boy's face lit up with a smile."Are you giving these to me?" the boy asked, a bit skeptical. "Do I get to keep them?" Sure!" the old man said with a kind smile, "They won't fit me... , too small."The young boy pulled on his new gloves. The old man watched the boy bring the new gloves up to his nose. The boy inhaled a long breath, savoring the smell of the new leather. He smiled.The old man happily returned the boy's smile of.