“Nope,” he answered. “We have something to do at home.”“What?”“You’ll see when we get there.”On the way back to the house, Elizabeth...wondered what Tommy had in mind, but guessed he was going to want his own personal fashion show.Once they were home, Tommy led her to their bedroom, put down the bags, and turned to her. “Come here,” he said in a low voice.When she stepped in front of him, Tommy began undressing her.Betts didn’t question him. She just assumed that they were either going to have. I let her take it off, then fumbled with my belt buckle. I yanked my belt off, but before I could unzip myself, Adriana's fingers brushed against my groin and undid my pants. She stepped close and, with her face practically touching mine, slid her hand into my boxers. I moaned as her fingers wrapped lightly around my erect cock. "Oh yeah, baby," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet on my face. "You're ready." I nodded wordlessly. Suddenly she reached around me and yanked down my pants. As. Jackson was fucking the sow with about 8? of the pole. The lips of its cunt were so tightly stretched that the flesh was white. Blood trickled from the bottom of its vagina and ran down over the sow?s anus. The pig grunted every time Jackson forced a little too much of the pole into its body.Trace watched, fascinated as the sow?s body tensed. It was moaning as the spit moved slowly in and out. It strained against its bounds to lift its hips. The pig cried out as its cunt began to clench. I was peering closely at it when Freddie came in with Harry and a visitor, a young man wearing a loud check sports jacket."Ahha," said the visitor, in an ear splitting Brooklyn accent. "You're admiring my new home. Whaddya think?" This is Ross," said Clegg introducing me. "Larry Ross." Sure, sure," the visitor said. "I've heard about you. Big help around here."I tried to smile modestly but it was difficult to hide the pleasure of being recognised for the work I was doing."This," said Clegg,.