To my wife who is a fitness fanatic and goes to gym 3times a week. She has a very nice figure and I am just a tad taller thanher. I when she wears hig... heels we are the same height. I work in adminand can work from home a lot.She came home the other day very excited about a charity event herwoman's group was going to hold and that the husbands would be thewaitresses and kooks. It was going to be an evening event with a smalldance area and guests would buy tickets. My wife's ladies group would. They both needed to get their thoughts and feelings out into the open, soon.When the women rose to go to the room set aside for them, they could feel Vellana's eyes boring into their backs. When Danica glanced back for a second, just before the table was out of her range of vision, the feeling was confirmed.Shaking her head, Danica followed Celes to their room, where she was determined they were going to talk this out before it drove them both as mad as Zoraster."Master, they are a danger to. "John showed me a large pitcher like you'd get in a bar. He saw the look of apprehension in my eyes. I liked cum, but you can have too much of a good thing can't you?"You will drink it", he said. "Willingly or unwillingly. And if we have to force you, then some extra punishment may be in order. I don't think your cunt's met my rubber hose for a few weeks..." Yes sir" I replied. "Shall I pour them out now?" Good idea" he said, and I duly began emptying each jar into the pitcher. "No you. I pretended not to see anything when his dick shot straight up in the air and started to quiver. It looked kind of silly, but I was experienced and certainly had seen things like that before."Okay, Claudette, hop up on the table and give Mr. Smith a massage."Somehow I ended up spread eagle over his dick. It slipped inside me and he started to move around like he wanted to get laid. I figured I better fuck him or else I'd never be able to show Mr. Luther that I could give good massages. The guy.