At her home, the basement was largely unfinished. There was one corner devoted to exercise equipment, and a partitioned off area that served as her fa...her's home office. The rest of their basement was junky with the family's old furniture and rarely used items.By contrast, Bob Wheeler's basement was a model of organization. Shelves with neatly labeled boxes lined the walls. There was a den on one side where Maddie and Beth use to play for hours on end. Bob's workshop took up the rest of the. I poured my master’s favorite drink and placed it on the table next to the implements. I heard his footsteps approaching, so I rushed to the front door and got on my knees. When he walked in, he patted my head. I saw out of the corner of my eye, that he had a bag of ice. He walked to the table and then told me to come over to the couch and take off his boots. I crawled as quickly as I could and knelt at his feet. I removed his boots, trying to judge his temperament. From his text I could not. The outline of her hand was imprinted on the girl’s ass in white. Claire then reached down to a night stand just below the line of sight of the camera and picked up something that I didn’t recognize right away. It didn’t take me long to figure out what it was though. ‘Holy Fuck! Is that what I think it is?’ I exclaimed. It was an artificial cock, a strap-on. I’d never really seen one before but this was something else. It was jet black, it was almost as thick as a rolling pin and it was at. It was in my hair and my eyes, all over me. The three of them them were kissing me and licking it off my face and sharing it. All of us were on Al or Jimmie's cock, getting all the drips and little extra squirts we could. I knew that Judy was going to "force" me to drink her piss pretty soon. How slutty could one girl get? I couldn't wait to find out...." I was in the tub on my back. Judy was calling me a cunt and a fucking pig, a whore (of course), all the dirty mean words she could think up..