"No wonder," Maggie thought, "that he does a job where everything is somatter-of-fact and clear cut. After all, hairstyling is more likeaccounting or...bookkeeping than like a true art, such as computer-aidedanimation."Unable to reach the French man's soul, Maggie had to resort to the thirdCeltic artifice, this time targeting his hyper-rational Gallic mind.She pulled a pint of "T? s? Cail?n", an Irish whisky, out of her purseand poured him several ounces of the wet nectar. With the Irish now. I was so anxious to feel this toy in my ass that I wasted no time getting in place. Mary reached down and guided the toy to my asshole and I started pushing down. As the head of the toy pope in my ass I let our a grown. Not just my ass but my whole body was tingling with passion. Mary’s hands were resting on my hips but she was not applying any pressure. It was all up to me so I started easing my ass down on the toy. When I was about half way down I started feeling some pressure and a. "Oh my, now what could that be?" Scarlett said. "Ah wouldn't know ma'am!" Beulah replied innocently. "And you won't dare tell anyone either!" "No ma'am, but if the Mister hears...!" "Well he just won't, will he? And that will be all!" "Yes ma'am" the huge, fat but also muscular, jet-blackwoman left. Scarlett slipped on her skirtand looked out the window, smiling down at the slim, young Ashley hiding in the bushes. Leaning out on the balcony, she looked around to see ifanyone was. I looked up and Kathy’s face had a look of total shock. “What’s that?” she asked. I didn’t answer but took her other foot and started to rub it and work on her toes. “What’s that?” she asked again.“What’s what?” I said. “That!” and she pointed with her foot to the obvious bulge in my trousers.“I told you I love your feet and your tights and that is what you do to me.” “Well you can’t go back to work like that!” she said with the look of shock changing to one of lust. “Let me see it, and with.