"Herminia, you now have to clean out your apartment of all your personal effects. Leave everything else to your relatives or to charity. You are now w...althy and do not need your old furniture, household articles and clothing. Your car is the same way. You have to pay the penalty on your lease and all other debts you have. Close your bank accounts and collect all your important papers including those of Alita. You and Alita are now part of our family, the way you were destined to be."She thought. Ow, fuck." I don't care, slut. Look at my dick. Just as hard as when we started. Not bad for a fifty year old. You're keeping me young. A pity if it kills you. But I'll just find another one, better than you, if it comes to that."thud"Ow. Your cock? ... is pathetic. Don't make me laugh. If that's all this is about, some kind of fountain of youth for a limp wick, I might as well go home." Damn, we forgot to give you a safeword to signify 'boredom'. So I guess you'll just have to endure. Smiling inside her own mind as she now suckled it gently between her lips, rolling the tiny nubbin with the tip of her tongue, flicking at it as though shoeing away a speck of dust. But in this case, returning for more, and more and more. Renee' soon found herself in her own maddened revelry, all thought of anything else sucked into a void. The only sights, sounds, feelings now those of Danielle as she continued to **** her pussy, fucking it with her tongue, sucking the sweet tender folds of. "Frank's probably at the tavern since it's Friday. Would you like a beer?" Yeah."Heather walked the few steps into the kitchen. She reached up to get a glass out of the cupboard. As she stretched, her halter rode up her breasts until Samson got a good view of her lower nipples. That's why Heather wore this outfit, but she never expected to be showing off her body to a dangerous black animal. She opened the refrigerator for a can of beer. The blast of cold air hit her breasts. Heather felt her.