And you did an excellent job of it. Today, you get to help out on the job the boys had yesterday. Today, you help me with breakfast.”I started intro...ucing them to the tasks involved in not only preparing a meal but the planning and organization of running a kitchen. Frying eggs and bacon, whisking pancake batter is one thing. Add into the mix, using a wood-burning stove. Something that is an art form in itself. The dirty little secret I sprung on those young ladies was that they were my. 'You shittin' me?''Nope'.'Jesus, Doug, you're a fuckin' millionaire? You mean I been screwin' megabucks and never fuckin' realized? Whaddya gonna do?''I been sittin' on it while I thought.' She snorted and grasped my cock.'You can spend some on me or I'll pull this out by the fuckin' roots. I wanna go to Florida again, get away from winter.' I groaned, then realized that telling her had lightened the load some. A trouble shared is a trouble halved, my Mom used to say when she wanted me to 'fess. Not only in length, but also in girth. I screamed in pleasure as my pussy clenched around his penis and I came so hard I almost passed out. He stayed still inside me for a few moments, buried balls deep in my pussy. I think I even felt the head of his penis against my cervix. When my pussy stopped gripping him like a vise, I could feel him slowly pulling himself out, then ramming back in. Over and over he pounded me. Balls slapping against my ass cheeks, my tits bouncing like jell-o. I was. She knew that she had no choice other than use it when she tried to fuck herself with...Me: stop show some respect and suck it firstWife:did you went to a super night club before & get girls Me: yes twice before we met but never had girl for sex only for a short discussion (big lie i went many time but few had some girls to get them out) Wife (now fucking the dildo wich she usually get disgust it from):What if the girl didn't want to go out with the customer Me:once we were theire a man about.