"I said, "I've got a friend who's a carpenter. I don't know if he's a Master or not. He built his own dining room set years ago out of maple. He just ...ost his job." Oh? Where was he working? Maybe one of my competitors." No, I'm sure it wasn't one of your competitors. He worked as a foreman for a place where they make furniture out of pressed wood and something else. Not plywood, but..." Particle board." Yeah, that's it. His wife is down in Mexico at a clinic and he took time off to go be with. As I was finger fucking myself, I began to imagine Marks cock inside of me instead of my fingers. I fucked myself faster and harder until my wrist hurt from being bent in such an upward position. I sighed as I realized that I wouldnt be able to get myself off tonight. Not after being serviced so expertly by Mark earlier. Mark and his nice, 7 inch, hard, smooth, soft cock. I remembered how it curved upward, how he shuddered when I touched it… Without thinking about it, I imagined what itd be. ’ ‘Omigod but the point is, are you any good?’ ‘Other females have told me I am.’ Lori giggled. ‘What is Mrs Mitchell going to tell me after we land.’ ‘I won’t spoil a good story.’ ‘God you men are all the same. Always keen to deny women information.’ ‘Yeah, yeah. Oh look, there are three fire trucks and two body wagons waiting for us like vultures. Oh by the way I admire your calmness. No wonder you have been picked… um.’ ‘Picked for what?’ ‘Mrs Mitchell will tell you. Don’t indicate you. Both men had told each other that they wanted to continue with the one that they had screwed before. This time would be different. Their partners would be in a dream state. They would participate thinking that another was with them. Then the men would switch places. Of course some pictures would be taken. Due to the nature of the conversation before their guests retired for bed, the men assumed they would not get a chance to further debauch them. The Count said, "Raphael it is too bad that they.