Friday evening found Frank and Madeline alone at their indifferent dinner, staring past each other. Neither wanted to confront the obvious, to indulge...idle talk just to fill the long, silent spaces between them. During such an interlude, the doorbell rang."Who?! Damn, who would that be?" Frank muttered, half in anger, irritated at being disturbed. Madeline gazed bleakly at her plate."Probably nobody," she offered. "Or maybe it's that silly television reporter again, doing her breathless survey. Aaliya gagged, having never before given a blowjob before. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was being r4ped but she enjoyed it, and she had a tingly feeling in her pussy which she hadn't felt before. She was struggling with Jake's cock, it was making her gag and she struggling to breathe properly, but she was also scared if she didn't suck then he might hurt her, so she tried to hold it all in and not let anything out, to no avail. Jake kept facefucking her as she spit tons of. OK, he could make a big thing of it and then only lightly spank her but then the thought of hitting her even gently with his hand went against the grain.On Monday evening, having fretted on and off all day, he had a flash of inspiration. His father had been in the Merchant Navy and had brought home all sorts of things from around the world that Richard had been loath to get rid of when he died. Among those things was a horse-hair fly whisk. It would make a super swishing sound but hardly do. Or is she so good at it I just think she's really a girl?" Oh, she is a true and real female-type girl, alright," Edda held out the shirt.Carl was still puzzling it over, "What does that make her, then?" It makes her unlucky," Edda said, still with the shirt."It does?" Carl had felt a skip of hope in his heart."It does!" Edda threw the shirt over Carl. "The emo-trons are totally binary; it is either on or off."Carl pulled the wool shirt from off his head, "But, if she likes guys, then I have a.