He grabs my collar, pulls me up to a step I see a light my hands placed on a pole. Stay there "Slut" on my hind legs, nervous waiting for the next com...and. I hear steps close, then a dildo pushed up against my already willing cunt. "hold the pole ride the dildo white bitch" Itelling me to op start moving my hips up and down. The dildo entering my tight pussy, my dripping wet pussy. I bounce up and down as I hold the pole trying to put on a good show. I feel a warm cock against my lips, a slap. They didn’t look or smell too clean and knowing his father near the end they probably weren’t. He sighed. That meant another bike ride into town for laundry supplies tomorrow. He hoped the old washing machine would still work. Bill spent the remainder of his first week home cleaning the rooms he was going to live in and beginning his work on the yard. He worked outside during the relatively cooler morning and evening. He worked inside in the air conditioned house during the heat of the day. It. . and ready...for His dick... whenever He changes His mind... and wants it again...just for the hell of it... sweetly caressing His calves... and shins...and working your way up... all the way up... His inner thighs... betweenHis legs... towards His dick... just laying there... limp... flaccid...and seemingly... uninterested... because you both know... that you haveall the time... in the world... all fucking day... as you lick... andkiss... everything... His huge belly... and up underneath.... The others ordered miscellaneous stuff with funny sounding names that I had no idea what they were, and I ordered my Lasagna Al Forno. Alessandro complimented us on our excellent choices, asked if we needed any more to drink and said he would bring more bread. I don’t think the man knew how to be anything but a lothario. Damn good waiter, though.After he left, Michelle asked again what Tanner had meant about ‘something different’.Tanya answered, “I got an email a few days ago from Playboy.