”“Crave.”“Yes, excellent. Once more.”“Crave.”“Perfect. Now, from the start?”“My purpose is to serve. My purpose is to fuck. My pur...ose is to crave. Crave. Crave...”By the time I came, Michael had left. He left a note, but I was too tired to read it - I wanted to get a good night’s sleep. I knew that tomorrow, I’d be fucking Garth, and I wanted all my energy so that I could enjoy it.I was waiting at his bus stop in the morning. When he turned the corner and saw the van, he smiled that cute,. ’ ‘I know. – Have you done this before?’ The question surprised George and he didn’t respond as quickly. ‘I’ve never offered a waitress $100 to let me do it in a restaurant.’ ‘I don’t know what to do. – I really could use the money right now, my best friend is getting married and I want to get her a really nice wedding gift. – I just don’t know what might happen if I agree to this.’ ‘No you don’t, – and neither do I. You have to trust me and we’ll play it by ear. It could be sort of fun for. I stop pushing it and just let my muscles pull it in and out. My cock straight up dripping pre-cum. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure i wanted more. I lay back more grab the toy and at first slide all the way out, all the way in. Slowly at first, then a steady pace.. Then as hard as i can. My sissy hole gripping the toy making it harder to pull out as i edge closer and closer. Finally i feel the pressure and can't take it. I feel waves and waves of pleasure and my cock leaks. I don't. But when Ray asked her to dance... it was the last number... she found her own condition was not much better and was grateful to lean against her husband's tall form and let him pilot her over the dance floor. Suddenly she heard a well-remembered husky voice and found that Ray was disentangling her arms from his neck. John Blodgett had cut in on them!All the liquor she had consumed was racing through her blood, and Sally could not for the life of her remember... ah, yes, he wanted to ask her.