We have no more deliveries.’ SHE DODGED THE BULLET. Now the client only talks to my wife: ‘Oh, in that case, please do come in. I need a favor to ...sk.Maybe a job for you GUYS!!’ The favor was for ‘US’ (meaning my wife) to teach him Persian. My wife agreed. For celebration, he suggested that we stay a bit longer. He took us for a tour around the house, pool table, little hockey table and the outdoor pound, while continually refilling out wines. after about an hour, he went to answer a call and. Annette was acutely aware of its progress as her asshole was stretched to the limit. Once the cock-head was past the strong ring muscle, the remaining eight and a half inches fucked in a little easier.Jack eased his cock into the opening. Two inches, then three, now four inches were inside her. He paused again to allow Annette to accustom herself to the size of his prick-meat.With four big inches of thick cock-meat up her ass, Annette was already beginning to experience part of the pleasure. "Make love to me... Eric."Make love to her he would! He was sure she had never had it up the arse before so he would try tonight. She seemed very small in there but maybe he could work it open. He would definitely give it a go."Franchesca... Franchesca, my love?" he softly whispered in her ear. "I want to have you in a different way. You probably have never heard of this before. In fact it may sound sadistic, even sick to you." And he told her what he wanted. At first she was shocked. Even. "Come in and meet my Ma. She'll be glad y'all came." We follow Brin in, making sure to stick close together.The interior of the farm house is neat as pin, but shabby. Old wall paper that is pealing on the edges go the ceiling. The wood floor looks scuffed and unpolished. The windows have curtains over the boarded up missing glass, trying to give the house a homey feel to it; only to miss that impression by the lack of furnishings except for a few old crates and a very tattered couch.Brin, leads.