" "It certainly is," I agreed. Taking a few strands of Dominique's long black hair in my fingers, I tugged gently. "Sir?" she asked, bringing her eyes...to mine. "How are you feeling, Dominique?" She took a moment before responding. "May this one speak freely, Sir?" "By all means. It would please me if you did. I won't interrupt." "Um, thank you, Sir. Well, this girl feels... a little afraid of what might become of her. Even shocked by how intense my feelings have suddenly become." She turned in. I knew I was doing pretty good, keeping my Sweetie happy in bed, and I knew her Roomy was a volcano, waiting to go off.But if that volcano ever went off on me, it wasn't going to be because I had tried to climb it.(This metaphor is getting 'way out of hand. Let's just say I didn't expect to get any sex from Sarah, and I sure as hell wasn't going to jeopardize my relationship with Molly in any insane effort to score her brunette roomy.)For the next three weeks, Molly and I lived a charmed life.. As I entered the attic, I saw Mistress inspecting a pole, which had been installed above an old hot air riser, from floor to roof. For those not old enough to remember, a hot air riser is just a fancy vent that allows hot air to rise from one level of a house to the next. They were common before forced hot air furnaces. Many older houses still have them."Richard!" exclaimed Mistress. "Good to see your promptness. I would have simply hated to punish you for being tardy." She spoke with her usual. The throw was a little short, and Susan had to step forward on her teetering high heels and lean out to catch the ball. As she did she felt her tits heave forward, straining against the scoop-neck. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed, catching the ball but having to take another step to keep from falling down. Susan laughed as she stood up, holding the ball to her chest, beneath her big titties. She saw Timmy staring at her chest in silent awe. “C’mere,” said Susan. Timmy crossed over from his property to.