Marcy and Jenny were both busy with customers. I waited on two fast-tracks customers as they were called. They were regular customers that had one of ...ur corporate cards. All they needed to do was present their license and the tracks card, sign the rental sheet that was completed on line or by phone and we handed them the keys. Those rentals were usually daily rentals. When the car was turned in the check-in clerk filled them with gas that was billed to the rental, cleaned the car if necessary. ”Again Jennifer heard what Tim said, but almost as if in a dream. She would thank him for his surprise later.Jennifer looked at her son’s cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. And it was thicker than her husband’s cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom, her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his. Wasn't enough I was dominated by his natural supremacy. He was a real man and Alpha with a capital A. What the fuck was going on in my mind. I couldn't stop getting hornier and hornier and I could feel my anus starving for his dick. Went out of my shower trying to move away from my desire. But I was feeling helpless. He was already everywhere I went. I could see him standing naked wearing only his sleeveless shirt in every corner of my house. With his well hang erected dick waiting to teach me. ’” She’d said the last with an attempt to sound like Charles Boyer inviting one to come with him to “Ze Casbah,” even though it was the Boyer-inspired Pepé Le Pew who said that line. “Or maybe you’ve stayed at one of her hotels, gambled at one of her casinos, or enjoyed one of her fine wines like we are here in the studio.” Sally held up the bottle of San Finzione Vineyards Rosé for the camera. “Well, today, we’re bringing her to you. Please welcome Contessa Helena de San Finzione.” Helena gave.