I wanted him to fuck me, to actually drive that big pony dick up in my pussy and I had to figure out how mom and Cheryl did it. Bigboy was trained so...good I knew they had trained them all to fuck their pussies just as competently.All day at work now I see pictures of dogs, horses, ponies and I'm constantly aroused and wishing I was home. I see a cute guy and I wonder if his dick can compare to Bigboys or any of the animals cocks and the answer in my mind is always no and I can't seem to be. That was more than he made in a month, even before deductions.He had been in town only a year. Turning twenty just as the mad and glorious sixties were ending, he had hopped a westward-bound Greyhound and somehow ended up in LA.Six months later he had scraped together enough. He mailed out a money order for $350. This had damn well better be worth it. Here he was, broke, working at a minimum wage job, inexperienced sexually, and having the gall to think he could make money off women.An envelope. I was so aghast that I just stood there staring and without speaking Jill grabbed me and started to kiss me so passionately that I was taken aback. Jill slid her hand down to my crotch and started to slowly rub my cock through my trousers and at the same time pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Suddenly Jill pulled away and said sternly "take off all of your clothes and go into the front room" she then went upstairs and I meekly took off my clothes and went into the lounge. Jill came down. Incredible. And your, well your curves, are just... really... thisreally shows them off," I said rapidly, hoping it was what she wanted tohear."You think it looks amazing," she said, running her hands down her side."You should feel it, mmmm!" Oh my... can I... feel you, M-mistress?" I started to reach outhesitantly, but then figured I should get permission first."No," she said simply. Then stood and began running her hands overherself. I had a front row seat, and if I thought I couldn't get.