“I’m sure he knows,” I said, “and he likes the attention.” I could have added, and so do I. He took off his boxers and stood three feet back...from the window, naked. “Miss Taylor, his cock is hard!” “Use a simile,” I said, wondering if I should be shielding this girl from adult craziness. “His cock is as big as a cucumber!” “Nice one,” I said, “maybe an English cucumber, let’s not give him too much credit. Maybe a fat carrot. Now a metaphor.” She frowned, thinking, and walked closer to my window. There was no city playground for kids.The lack of television in your early years meant, that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.On Saturday afternoons, the movies gave you newsreels sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines) and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).Computers were called calculators; they were hand cranked.Typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage. " she demanded. He sucked her hole tasting the mix of their cum."You fuck good with that huge cock. Every day we will fuck. I love lots of sex and need it often. I will be your cock slut for you to fuck any way you want as long as you make me cum many times."That night as she slept, he crept into her room and quietly tied her hands and feet to the bed. Just as he tied her last ankle with her legs spread far apart she awoke. "You wanted to fuck, so I am here to fuck you all night long.You. More please. Lick my red pussy clean !"Though my mouth was near I paused and watched as the steel cock movedslowly into and out of my captive maid. I kissed her bottom and thenbegan to pull the egg tether from her. She was moving slightly side toside as I fucked her. The juice flowing from her pussy dripped to myfingers."Jennifer you taste so good. Is this my breakfast? Will you be serving mecoffee this way tomorrow as well?"Her eyes were tightly shut and her brow tense as I watched.