I went to Mr. Fallon and thanked him, giving the money back saying, “If you ever want us back, no comics or anyone who will insult either my wife or...her sister. It’s a personal matter, and I won’t put up with that kind of personal attack again.”I turned and walked out with my ladies.Later that night, we all decided to stay up and watch the show.After he came out, instead of his monologue, he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, earlier this evening at our taping, Charles of Charles & Claire, scolded. He smiles.“Us. I’m going to make us wait.”“Why?” No orgasm until Christmas? That’s days away!“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Abby looks skeptical. Mat reaches up and grazes her cheekbone. “I don’t want your friend, Abby. I want you.”“I saw the way she looked at you…” She doesn’t tell him, but Kate confessed to her once that she thought Mat was good looking. At the time Abby brushed it off. Now, if she’s being honest, she is more than jealous. The idea of Kate and Mat together makes her want. Fran's hot, wet cunt was ready for Ebony's tongue. Fran moaned as Ebony parted her legs and dived into her wetness. Her tongue was thrashing all over Fran's pussy, her fingers were playing with her hard nipples and her top lip was grazing her clit."Fuck," Fran moaned, breathlessly.Ebony wasn't coming up for air. Her mouth was buried deep in Fran's cunt, and Fran was getting close, as Eb flicked her tongue over her hard clit.Fran pushed Ebony's head out of her pussy and asked, "Can we 69? I want. "Florence Oshodi," I informed her solemnly, "I have captured you. You are my property, my slave. Do you understand?"A tiny intake of breath was the only indication of the shock she must have felt. "I understand," she replied quietly and without the least suggestion of resistance."I am your master and you must address me as such," I said sternly."Yes, Master. Sorry, Master." Good," I said more kindly. "This lady," I indicated Wendy, "is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of.