"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, you're so fucking hot, you're so fucking good to me, baby," she sighed as she wished the vibe fucking her was a horny hot well-hung...man with a big flesh-and-blood hardon driving in and out. Monica lay there for a few minutes with her vibe halfway inside her pussy as she enjoyed the satisfaction of her orgasms and then she got up and showered, getting ready for her dinner with "the man" of Playboy.Later that evening, after a very delightful time of being flattered and told how. Another thing that was bothering me was the amount of come I had on my face and in my hair and I contemplated asking Steve if I could wash in the toilets; but I thought better of it considering the mood he was in tonight and the fact he had nearly all the photos of me naked. I was just going to have to keep my fingers crossed that my punishment from Steve was over for today’“Go right down isle G and keep going till the end”‘I turned into isle G wondering where the hell Steve was taking me this. It didn't look like a witches house, whatever they were supposed to look like. It looked like every other house in the neighborhood except that it stood in the middle of a larger tract of land and seemed just a little more isolated.Inside it was bright and cheery with small, cozy rooms. Laura opened the door and the delicious yeasty aroma of freshly baked bread hung in the air like a beacon for my nose.For some reason I had thought of the two women as opposites but when I saw them together I. He was a beautiful dog nonetheless."Too bad!" the man said. "Make a nice pet. You have kids?" he asked Helen and then fixing his eyes on me as if to ask the same question.We shook our heads."Be good pet anyway," he went on. "Cops found this poor guy running along the interstate. Well, "he declared, "somebody's going to claim him. Too good a dog."We walked outside to the car. Helen was dejected and had little to say. The man wished her luck, and we drove off.About a mile along the road her.