" Dr. Andrews had been sincere about being brought down. "I'm tired of holding court, of having all the answers."?"Yes, it's true...hitting your boobs...isn't everything, dear." Fenton turned around and reached into a chest and brought out a peculiar wand shaped thing with a cylinder shaped handle.??"Dear, this is called a cattle-prod" Fenton said joyfully. He rubbed the end of the wand tenderly. "They came out in the fifties, though I didn't see my first one until I was locked up on a prison. "Oh ... er ... couldn't we go somewhere else? Everyone is outside."The woman seated herself on a wicker chaise-longe, piling a mass of cushions behind her and patting her tight coiffeur complacently. "No, no, m'dear. This is h'ideal. I like it because it's private." She leaned back against the cushions and watched him covertly. A strange ardour darkened her eyes and an indefinable hunger sharpened the angles of her round face. Up to that point the tenor of conversation between them had been. He watched as Miranda jammed her tongue into Carly’s ear before biting the lobe, as she slapped the girl’s tits and twisted the pointed peaks, as she kissed her hard again, snaring her lower lip between her teeth and pinching cruelly.Miranda glared at him as she fondled the moaning Carly’s breasts. “Take your dick in your hand and get it hard. Use the lubricant. Do it.” So he popped the bottle’s cap, emptied its warm liquid contents over his length and reluctantly embraced his arousal with his. I can’t take it anymore… “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…YYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! I LOVE YOUR DICK!!!! With that being said he smacks my ass and slows his strokes. With my head hanging out the window I feel the cool air on my face. Sweat is pouring down my face and dripping down to my eyes. As he slows his strokes I reach for a nearby towel to wipe my face. Just as I attempt to wipe my face he snatches the towel out my hands. “What the fuck are you doin’?!” I say with a perplexed look on my.