Being cute and flirty had always been her go to tactic.“C’mon, Dean. Just calm down. I can give it back. Geez,” she said, doing her best to look...put out. She let out a little scoff and a half smile.“Are you fucking LAUGHING!?” He grabbed a fistful of hair again and pulled her to her feet.Her hands flew up to his and yelled, “Ow! You’re hurting me!” He stepped in closer, bent his face to hers and gave her head a little shake.“Feel like laughing some more?”“NO!” She couldn’t stop the tears.“I. ”“I doubt Pythagoras’ Theorem was part of her syllabus,” I said.“No, but something I have used more often than that theorem: how to gain the confidences, and madges, of females.”I stared at him. Humphrey Appleby did not strike me as a ladies’ man.He was the epitome of nondescript. Everything about him was indeterminate; height, build, age, hair colour, eye colour, voice, manner – there was nothing about him that struck you at first glance. He was the sort of cove you could be alone in a room. Carola sch?mte sich zu Tode als sie von dem Hund gefickt ihren Orgasmus hinaus schrie. Ihr Master stand nur lachend daneben und genoss das Schauspiel.Nachdem Buddy fertig war und sich aus ihr zur?ckgezogen hatte schob er den Slip wieder nach oben und lobte seinen Hund. ?Braver Buddy. Gut hast du deine Hundefotze gefickt. Jetzt lassen wir ihr ein bisschen Zeit damit dein Sperma sich gut in ihrem versauten Slip sammeln kann und dann werde ich sie in den Arsch ficken w?hrend sie an dem Slip. It took several hours of sexual play to satisfy Betty, but she was finally ready and able to sleep. Jason was more tired now than he had been when he returned from his visit to Rush, but it was a good tired, and he, too, had no trouble sleeping.They got up from bed about 10:30 AM and Jason had a hardy breakfast of eggs, steak, potatoes, and coffee, while Betty ate some fruit and tea. They got dressed and Betty did some work on the mundane business affairs of running a bordello.Jason had.