Your eyes moved across the image, down the length of my shaft and balls to my large, sculpted thighs. You exclaimed that you could see everything and ...ou wanted to see it now. You tucked your knees up and pushed your neatly formed pussy out, making sure you would be able to see me enter you. My cock nudged at you, pushing apart those moist folds of precious flesh, releasing your wet so it fell on the glass in glazing droplets... You gasp as you watch your hungry cunt devours me, inch by slow. A red desk featured a generic brand of laptop, a cracker shaped clock radio, and two manila folders that were stacked neatly on either side. The clock ticked, the heating vent hummed. Ginny leaned in closer, clapped her hands together. She flashed me a smile. It was supposed to be reassuring. Ginny sighed, looked at me with awe and wonder. ‘Why are you here, Max?’ I laughed and I wondered if some bullshiting was in order. I thought therapists were like mobsters. In other words, they came with. As I expected, shortly before three that afternoon Edie had called and left a message that she would be attending a live theatre opening and wouldn't be home for dinner. She apologized profusely and promised that we could talk tomorrow.I left early that afternoon, arriving home an hour sooner than normal. As usual, I was left to prepare my own meal from whatever I could find in the refrigerator and pantry. I chose a soup and sandwich combination with a glass of red wine. Simple, quick and easy. " After a while, after what must've seemed like an eternity for poor, degradedKatchen, my dick twitched in her throat and I filled her tummy with hot, thickgouts of spunk. She coughed and spluttered, but swallowed it all. "Good little cocksucker," I told her. "Please," she croaked, her throat raw from the brutal fucking I'djust given it. "Let me say something?" "No, slut." I said. "I don't give a shit what you have to sayright now." Katchen never would let me fuck her in the ass. She was a.