Some sort of release? Just a little more, he whispered and I felt a slight pop as my ass opened to accept the entire head of his cock. Ahhhh god! I wa... shaking, my face flushed. No more, I cant! That was the hardest part. His hands stroked my ass, my hips. My body began to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it wasnt used to being distended. Go slow. Please. Slow. Ok. His voice was a whisper, and he pulled on my hips, giving himself some leverage. Slow, slow, slow! I. He looked around the rest of the salon curiously; he'd been here withBarbie many times but the gleaming shop had lots of doodads andgadgets, and other interesting things. Glistening chrome chairs andstainless steel sinks, marble counter tops, real wood paneling andbottles full of a rainbow of shampoos, polishes, ointments, salves,pastes and, for all he knew, philters. He giggled, what the heck was aphilter?"Which of these do you like?" Andie asked, holding out a tray of tinystud earrings. Some. At least she didn’t have to wash her own sheets and towels.) In any case, she would soon have to make a decision; her room at the inn was already on the small side with a single bed and Sonny’s cot. Now that Paul was sharing her room more or less permanently and leaving for Montreal every morning at five, there was more room in a can of sardines. As long as they spooned and did not move around too much during the night, it wasn’t too bad but as for snuggling or more, forget it.Coming up to the. Beer, soda, snacks were common orders.One of these customers was Mr. "L." He was divorced, in his late 40s, average looking. He would always start conversations with me, and lately they were becoming explicit and definitely over the line. Things such as who my girlfriend was, did I prefer a girl with big tits or a big ass, etc. It didn't bother me but I definitely noticed it.Mr. L kept some expensive things in his garage. I saw his new basketball and I knew I wanted it. So one day when I had a.