And I confirm it’s a female one, that is enough to stimulate my brain into turning on some switch. I became a male itself, which tease you without m...rcy, with tongue, finger, mouth, teeth. I wanna have a look your moaning, listen your beautiful voice, feel a heat from your embarrassment, taste your glitter pussy, with sucking, licking, stiring,,,. After inserting my finger into your wet gap, I bring it into your mouth. I would say ‘Taste it your dirty juice, yummy,,,?’ I grin,,,. *g* You would. ‘Sure,’ Simon replied happily. He looked over the car, thinking how much it fitted his friend and mentor. John was short, compact and powerful, just like the Mini Cooper S that he drove. The car was his pride and joy, it was spotless inside and out. Simon knew from experience that the engine and underside were regularly cleaned, too. Heaven help the person who dropped litter in John’s car! In fact… ‘Heard anything from Jenny?’ Simon asked. ‘No!’ came John’s grunted reply. ‘Better stay away from. " But..." Shut up, bitch! I'm going to give you your punishment now. You don't have to do it, of course. But if you don't, don't bother to call me again." I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want!" Put on a pair of black bikini panties, your shortest skirt and a flimsy white blouse. Don't button it. Just tie it in the front. Go to the Little River strip mall at Dumont and Rivers. There's an arcade there. Go inside with a twenty dollar bill in your hand and ask the guy working there for change. Do. He had wanted the rock-n-roll lifestyle instead of a monogamous relationship and had repeatedly been unfaithful during their marriage with any groupie he could get his hands on. She had divorced him after he had given her an STD that had caused her huge problems, the infection eventually preventing her from ever having the children she would have loved to have had. The band had split too. She had gone on to make a few records but never made it big as it were, instead gigging around the clubs.