I rubbed her inner thigh, and she spread her legs, giving me full view of her pussy. Her pussy was glistening wet. We had just had a shower, and dried...off, and she was already wet to fuck some more. I was surprised. She wanted me again. I put more oil on my hand, and rubbed her tight ass. It was so tight, it was hard. I slid my hand between her cheeks, and she opened up her ass. I massaged her hips and her back. Her shoulders were so loose that they rotated easily. I massaged her neck and her. Anticipation making my fingers twitch as I fight the urge to lift the blindfold before you command me to, your last words still sat in my ears. “Do not remove that until I tell you too, or else you won’t get your treat.” You left straight after that, leaving me alone in this hotel room in nothing but my jockey shorts and the tied fabric around my head, perched on the edge of the grandest wingback armchair I’d ever seen in a place like this. You didn’t even acknowledge my affirmation to your. He had hoped to get to hug a few when he got off the plane.It was on the ninety mile ride from the airport to Anniston, during a long talk with his father, that he found out just how potent the last of the Thackery seed was.His father had, at first, bought the story from Nancy that his vasectomy must have undone itself. He laughed as he described himself strutting around at the plant, while all the other men kidded him about being SO potent that not even a doctor could do anything about it.But,. I tend to think that it is due to prolonged exposure to that gummy packing tape. Well, not regular exposure. I went to pick her up from the job one day, and caught her with a mouthful of the stuff. She'd spun around to face me when she's heard my footsteps on the cement floor, and I still don't know which one of us were more shocked. It was pathetic.Her cheeks were packed like a squirrel's, with a long wet piece of the chewed tape escaping the corner of her overful mouth. She had pieces of it.