[email protected]: A gal named Tish succinctly answers a cry for help from asister t-girl in extremis.Hi Tish FM 4by Leslie LoweHi Tish,I marri...d a madame. We met in a nail salon, where I got my nails doneevery week. I know, this was odd for a man, but I'd found that friendsappreciated my careful grooming.My wife's name was Kimberly. That day we met she asked me which of twoOPI colors she should get for her toes, "You're A Pisa Work" or "I'm NotReally A Waitress." I told her. Despite herself, she had been terribly aroused by Jason's position, and that wasn't helping. They had both endured as much as they could however, and soon, moans of passion and frustration were heard. Flora strained against her bonds, hoping in desperation to break the stretchy material, willing to face Mandy's wrath if it meant release from her terrible yet wonderful ordeal. But the material only stretched, snapping back to position when her muscles could no longer hold out. Soon, this. "Right, sorry. Residents." Leanne could see her usual charm wasn't having much luck here, but she decided to persevere. "You know, chat to them. Keep them company. That kind of thing. And, well, I guess I'm here to offer my... services."Leanne waited patiently as the receptionist remained frozen in position before eventually, with great effort, reaching two inches to the side to grab a small book."You'll need to sign in." She stated impassively.Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old. Now he could caress my butt, cup the cheek of my ass that was closer to him and graze my ass crack with his fingertips. I loved the feel of his hand on my bum and his fingers rubbing my little hole.'I’m only used to being penetrated by my dildos, but today is shaping into the day I’ll take a real cock,' I thought.As if reading my mind, the guy stepped back from my bed. With a plopping sound, his cock slipped out of my lips, and I was left watching as he took off his shirt and the wife beater.