“Which is why I’m here. I want to hire him and his cohorts for a little idea I have, if they’re interested.” Isolde perked up. “What kind o... job?” she asked. “Nope,” he said. “I’m only telling it once. Besides, if you’re leaving him it’s none of your business. Now if you were his manager, with a contract and all, it would be different. ‘Course then I’d have to tell him he’s a fool for falling in love with his manager, but I don’t suppose you are, so there’s no need in worrying about that.” He. Leaning forward, I could see Brady’s cock poking into her cunt, juice leaking over his ball sack. Resting her tities in his face Karen reached behind and spread her arse cheeks.“Spit on my fucking arse hole Davey” again it sounded like a command.Leaning forward I spat at the hole missing the first time, I leant in so close the second time to make sure I hit the hole I could smell her slit, the tainted smell of her asshole and the unmistakable smell of cunt. Karen rubbed my spit into her hole. For some time, he just stood there, watching the Labrador struggle them up her shapely calves. He watched her paws running over her fur as she tugged the nylon up her legs. Her butt wiggled with each movement, tail swishing. Her lacy panties were not leaving much to the eye. Baxter could smell her nudity; the pheromones in her fur. He could sense her body, as she carried on struggling to dress herself, completely oblivious to her voyeur.His attraction to the woman made the thick sheath between. Guess the room was to have been a bedroom but our parents never finished it and it became the back room where we kept everything from camping gear, Christmas ornaments, clothes, to a bed which was my play bench. When I wished to jerk off I would go to this room, strip my clothes off and lay on a mattress which was stretched out on the top of a bed frame and play with my cock. I tried to roll up into a ball and suck my cock but could only get the tip to my mouth. So it was just fun to play with.