Max was lounging back in a white, ermine covered chair, a long black cigar hanging from his thick lips. He had the pictures in one hand, which he had ...bviously been looking at, and a glass of soda and ice in the other. Aim didn't speak but just stood inside the door with her arms hanging limply at her sides."I'm glad you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he purred, removing the cigar from his lips and running his tongue wetly around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad am I"Ann. He rubbedthe head of his cock against her wet cunt lips, teasingher with it. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, pig.I don’t know why I would desecrate my dick by puttingit into your sloppy disgusting asshole. Tell me why youdeserve my cock, cunt.”She moaned as he moved the head of his cock from herclit to her asshole and back again. “I, uhhh, Sir, Idon’t deserve it, Sir, but I would do anything for you.I am a worthless, disgusting piece of meat and I. He turned slightly and released his hard cock out of the taut barrier as it screamed to be set free. He did not touch it; it stood erect, and hard like a steel shaft. It stuck out and I heard it crying for me to take care of it. He shoved my hand away. By doing that it was surely torture for him, but extreme torture for me.His hands began to caress my thighs as they kneaded my flesh as he pushed my thighs further apart. I moaned in a low audible tone as he immediately took a muff dive and I. “Your sausage and coffee woke me, it smells great.” Jenn replied.“Oh shit, I better get in there and watch it.” I said as I went back inside.As I finished cooking, I was watching Jenn out on the deck. She had pulled the t-shirt over her head and thrown it on the handrail and was dancing around on the deck naked as the day she was born. My dick was rising rapidly when I called her in for breakfast. As she walked into the kitchen, she eyed my hardon and said, “Looks like we need to take care of.