Jake had finished his beer and told me to take the empty bottle as far as I could into my throat. He beat his cock while while watching me struggle wi...h the bottle and the rough slamming by his friend. “You are a pathetic whore. And look how fucking ridiculous that little clit-dick of yours is”. He was obviously very turned on by this scene, because his cock was leaking pre-cum everywhere. I could tell the guest was getting close. He pulled out and sat back down on the sofa.Jake decided that. “Yeah baby! Work it faster! Yeah! You know how, don’t you?” Rosy giggled, “I just love it when a stiff cock is way to big for my tiny cunt! Oh yeah baby! Your big daddy dick feels so good! Fucking fill me! Ooooo! Ram me harder! Yes! Like that! You’re making me cum!” Rosy had been instructed the first time she’d fucked the senator. He liked role playing as the father doing the naughty little daughter. It was his favorite fantasy and she had it down to a tee. Her fiery young body engulfed. If you want to give your ice cream to that girl, then you go ahead and give it to her.” Timmy immediately sped off. And when he returned, McKenzie scooped him up into a fierce bear hug. Looking past him, she saw the little girl licking the ice cream cone happily. The mother nodded at them gratefully and mouthed Thank You before they strolled away. McKenzie turned her attention back to the boy she held in her arms. “Timmy, listen to me.” “Yes, Auntie McKenzie?” “Whatever you do… no matter. I could just stop taking the testosterone, after all.“Yes, alright.” I settled for being insane. “Please. Thank you Henri.”So I went to see his wife Martine, who was lovely, and she gave me a programme to follow, and the testosterone. It seemed to me it was a bit dodgy what she and Henri were doing with testosterone in a ski team, but I kept those thoughts to myself; I supposed inter-resort competition could get quite intense but they weren’t tested? Or perhaps it was to speed up healing from.