I insist." It's just that I was smelling your coffee. And it's really... fragrant." And?" Well, I know you don't like me to drink coffee. You decide... it gets metoo agitated." We all know how emotional you can be. Typical sissy personality." Yes, dear." But I can make an exception today. After the incredible night Davon gaveme, I'm feeling generous." Thank you," I said with genuine gratitude.When I moved toward the coffee maker, however, she stopped me with asharply delivered, "No-no. Come. “Not really.” John admitted. “But I’m moving on. Give me a moment.”The Raider, the man’s origins were obvious, gave him a nod and hung on until John could maneuver himself out and up from the cave. The Raider gave him a grunted thanks as he heaved himself into the shallow depression.A crack large enough for his entire body started twenty feet above. John made for it and jammed himself within. The chute went back several feet as well, so John wiggled deeper to get completely inside. He braced a. .. Based off what I’ve seen ... I expect to have fun, yes ... I’ve only had sex with Robert since I was in my twenties ... I haven’t had any since he passed ... So I think that, right now, I’d even enjoy having sex with you...” She cranes her neck to look over the table and down below our host, toward that sleek, black Doberman, then adds... “But more so with him!!” And she smiles again, relieved to be talking about dogs and sex rather than thinking about her dearly departed.Dennis nods,. I take them from you and place the collar around your neck, where it belongs. It is metallic and cold against your bare skin, and causes goosebumps to run down your body. You shiver with cold and excitement. 'Are you enjoying yourself, slave?' I ask you playfully. 'Yes, master.' I attach the leather leash to the collar, stand up, and am pleased to see you drop to first your knees then onto all fours, in perfect rhythm with my rise to full height. I feel my already hard cock start to jump around.