They need you. Give them a good fucking. Anything else will be extra." Ha you really think so?" Then take a viagra. They worked in the past when I nee...ed a little extra. And you sure didn't need one in the kitchen today. That was vintage Tim. I'm still feeling tingles from it." Thanks for encouraging me. Can I cut you off a couple days and save up?" As long as that tongue of yours is in working order." Always my love. Always."By the next afternoon I was feeling better. I sat by Melissa and told. But over the past month she had grown on him to the point where he actually found himself caring for her. He remembered his original intentions and how he simply planned on turning Heather into his sex slave but now he wanted to make things right.Heather was currently trapped in a curse that didn't allow her to cum unless he was filling one of her holes with his hard dick. He was cursed with not being able to get it up. It didn't matter whether he was fucking her pussy, her mouth, or even her. "Hi Ma'am" he shouted from the driving seat "all fixed, jump in and I'll take you back to the garage to pay us"Why would I hesitate – within ten minutes I could have my car back and drive home in comfort – I hopped into the passenger seat, immediately appreciating the air con which the mechanic had turned on full.It was only a short drive to the garage, and I hopped out quickly when we got there, eager to pay and get home so I could start enjoying the weekend. I headed for the little garage in. Below her, the crowd was yelling and cheering, and waving banners marked “McCain - Bush 2008”. She went to the podium and had to wait for the pandemonium to subside. I noticed that she didn’t calm them down, but that floor wardens were doing that out among the delegations. Finally, it was her chance to give her little speech. I knew it wouldn’t be long, and it was simply an introduction for me, but I had gotten a copy of it ahead of time, and I smiled at the total nonsense she was about to.