He hung up, looked at me and said lets pay the bill. I signed for it and followed him to the elevator.We got out and went to his room, he said okay wh...re do you want me, I said just take off your pants and socks and lay on the bed and relax. His underwear was still on and I could see his bulge was huge. I slowly pulled them down and off and opened his legs and his cock and balls fell gently between his huge thighs. His cock was 5" long and it wasn't even hard, and bigger than my hand could fit. ??Nope, the authorities won't be able to reach the crash site for several days so this poor girl will not be missed for quite a while.?Alyssa looks around at the house once she has been carried in. It is a well-furnished home not the type you would expect from a kidnapper. But for 43-year-old Betsy Tinston and her 22 year-old son, Ryan, it was the only home they ever had Betsy's late husband had built it for her and their only son right before he died. The attractive woman was a well-known. I killed my beer real fast and said tell me about it. She smiled and said well first of all the stories of his cock are true. Is it big I asked her. She said yes, she said it's as big around as my wrist. God damn I slowly said. How long is it I blurted out. She could see I was wide eyed and excited. She held her hands but showing me about eight or nine inches. Wow I said, Did it hurt when he put it in? She said he didn't put it in, I did, but yes it did hurt the first time. First time, I. She dutifully cleaned off his cock, discovering afterwards how much more resistance there was to her fisting. “Am I hurting you?” she asked. “There’s so much more friction.”“Let me make you slippery,” he said, pulling on her hip.She understood, once more straddling his face.He savored her flavor. Her strokes on his cock remained tentative. Enough to keep him hard, along with the thrill of thrilling her, of bringing her close once again. And her taste. But she found another way. He felt.