Those ten-to-fifteen minute interludes of carnal pleasure kept her days interesting. Then, if Bobby wasn’t too tired from work, they’d slip into t...e bedroom when he got home and he’d sip on a beer as she rode his horny dick. Who’d been in there wasn’t important to him, just enjoying the slippery and eager consequences was enough.He liked to play a game, guessing how many kinds of sperm her cunt was rubbing on his shaft. If he got it right, she’d move up a bit and give him the treat of fucking. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” she paused. “It’s my dildo.” “Oh.” Jim squirmed in his seat, adjusting his pants to make room for his rapidly expanding cock. “Lucky Ted,” he said with genuine envy. In the mirror he could see her luscious lips parting into a smile. “So, no boyfriend then?” Jim was hopeful. He knew he didn't stand a chance, but if she was single it would make things a lot more exciting when he fantasized about her later. “Not at the moment.” “Really?” Jim tried to hide his. Who the hell has a favorite yogurt shop anyways? That's like having afavorite oatmeal raisin cookie shop.I looked away feeling embarassed as I ran past the shop. Out of thecorner of my eye I could see her pretending to fiddle with her shoes.That sucked.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Back at my house I changed out of my workout clothes and stepped intothe shower. The hot water felt great, and I swear I could feel all thedirt and grime from. Do not stop, understood?”“Yes Sir.”“Thats my hot little slave girl.”“Thank you, Master.”“You are very welcome, slut. However, it really is time to get down to those couple of things that I really wanted to talk to you about. I mean they were the whole reason for this call in the first place, my love. Plus, getting my two girls off a few times is always worth the time and the effort. And yes, I did say “My two girls” you did understand what I meant by that cunt, correct?”“Very much so,.