” “Oh, come on. You knew it would come up sooner or later. It's been a while since we talked about it, but the only thing that would get me wetter...than fucking you myself would be watching you get fucked with a real cock. And ultimately, if I say you're going to do it, what's going to happen?” He cast his eyes downward. “If you say I'm going to do it, I'll do it.” “That's right. Because who's the bitch in this relationship, Will?” “I am, Liza. I'm your bitch.” I reached out to stroke his hair.. She always wore a loose polo, which was outlined by a sports bra and small bust. Amanda looked nothing like a manager but what she lacked in looks, she made up for in her work ethic. She was hard working and always gave a hundred percent. She had deep topaz eyes, with golden flecks that shimmered when she was being playful. Long brown hair that she wore in a loose pony-tail. She had a laid back personality that made her the best boss to have in the world. I watched her strip her polo off,. Apparently she had been prescribed some anti-depression meds from her doctor, and it had opened a new world for her, so she explained. She did ask me if I was uncomfortable about all of this, I replied "This is the best day of my life". So, we began pulling everything out of the boxes, literaly hundreds of videos. Inside her walk-in closet was a twenty foot wall dedicated to her new passion. Vibrators, pussy pumps, nipple clamps, plugs, dildos, and any device sold on the market. She said that. “It turns me on that you get wet for me Candy” he whispered as he began to finger-fuck his cousin in earnest. Each time his finger went in to the hilt, it seemed like more lube squeezed out on his hand.Candy was starting to have trouble concentrating with RJ working her overheated pussy to a new frenzy. “RJ . . . I’m sorry . . . . sorry that . . . you can’t squirt . . . you’re stuff in me. God I want to feel you cum in me!” Candy was speaking haltingly, because RJ was now rubbing her G-Spot.