Byron took the initiative. Where does it hurt man, he said. My calves and hamstrings. On your stomach. Byron ordered and found some baby oil. He had a...good idea what Omar used that for. Whatre you going to do? Omar was on his stomach his head turned so he could se Byron. Give you a gay rub. Shut up and try to relax. What Byron said wasnt far from the truth. He pushed Omars shorts up and dripped oil on both his legs. Maggie had done this for him before and it worked wonders but it often ended up. She takes these off. Her pubes are dark, but her hair is expensive blonde, an airplane blond with a black box hidden away. I can see the blue string from a tampon tracing out towards her arsehole. She sits down, she’s still tracing that line. She forms her hand into a v and squeezes her pussy lips together gently, right at the top. She takes her right tit in her left hand and presses it in, pushing her thumb on her nipple. My pussy is soaking. I can feel it on the chair. I notice we’re. The image of another person kept me awake. I looked at him seeing me dothis he stood up bowed himself in typical English manner of the 1960plucked his bowel hat off to his chest and said "Good Afternoon Sir" Thenhe set himself down and looked at my quite curious.I looked at him sitting my self down on the hospital bed glared at himand asked without raising my voice "what did you do to me?"The man looked back to me, "hmm where do I start" he said. "First of allmy Name is Sir Wallace Westmont. . or Tamara, Jordan had to comply. If she opted to dress him as a French maid and have him do all household chores, he would have no recourse against her whims.“I might make him wash the bedsheets after long nights of hot, sweaty sex, cleaning up all of those bodily fluids that we left behind. Or maybe make him sleep on the wet spot after you pound us. All three of us, that is. I still want to watch you bugger him whenever it suits you, too. I doubt that I’ll ever tire of that.“Or of Tamara and.