I had planned for success, I had taken the afternoon off, just in case. Peggy knew all about where I was and with whom. She could hardly wait til I go... home with my story. There was a nice motel about five miles down the road in the next town. All very private and convenient. As I said, I was hoping to get lucky. I truly believed I would.When she walked in I admit I was delightfully surprised. My God she looked good. Her dress was tight and low cut, her boobs were as big as Peg's and a lot of. Gathering them into a pile in my arms, I walked back into the bathroom – admittedly breathing through my mouth to avoid the smell – and turned on the hot water.First, I used a washcloth to clean off the toilet seat, tossing the dirty washcloth off to the side. I grabbed another one, soaped it up, and knelt on the floor next to her. She was wearing a pair of boxer briefs for underwear, and they were down near her ankles. Trying not to think too much about what I was doing, I lifted one leg, then. Our leg out was long, but rewarding at the last. Once again everything was mostly intact. This guy hadn't thought the lions would be brave enough to come around a human, and besides, he had faith in his over and under twelve gauge and his skill as a wing shot.His troubles started when the covey of lions he flushed didn't fly when they saw him. Things got worse since the number six shot he was hunting birds with didn't seem to bother the lions all that much. Note to deadman: Just because you. I stopped resisting and starting pushing back, wanting her deeper in me,wanting to please her. That's is it fat whore, she hissed in my ear, be a good little faggot. I felt something smooth and rounded replace the sensation of her fingers. She pushed my buttplug into me, my ass straining to accommodate its size. Good fuckhole, you took that well, now. That does not come out until I say so, understand? I nodded. MD got up off the bed and pushed me to my knees next to it. She moved up on the bed,.