At this point and time, and in the situation i was in, i wanted to suck his dick. I just kept thinking about how my wife gives me head because i was g...ing to make sure he enjoyed it as to keep his mind off of my ass. I figured it was better to suck his dick then to get my asshole torn apart. I even told myself to try to not think about it and make him think i was enjoying it. But i knew that was going to be difficult since i wasn't gay. I started kissing and licking his dick and his balls as i. " Mr. Parker slappedagain Bettina's face and removed his cock from her mouth to speak to Nicole. "Nickydon't you think it was a mistake not obeying your caring Dad?" Whilst talkingto the bound and naked kneeling woman his left hand fondled her ass and hisright one kneaded her cunt burying again the pen deep into her. "But lets come back to the main theme" Mr. Parker after moment of silencesat down, took Miss Bettina Anderson by her hairs to position her again onhis dick an went on talking.. All day I stared at the phone, almost picking it up and then changing my mind. That night I again asked if she wanted me to ring. No longer shy she said a resounding “yes”. I kissed her, took a deep breath and dialled the number. A woman answered, which threw me a bit. “Vern is here right now. Can I help? I am his wife Angela” she said. I almost huge up. Then she said “were you answering our ad?” Their ad? So she was aware of the ad. I cleared my throat. “Yes” I said “Vern said I should make an. After several minutes and several calls with no response, he concludes that there must not be anybody here. He looks around the room, which is lit only by the fire burning in the hearth. The furniture is sparse and looks to be home made by hands more used to other work. Even in the dim lighting his keen eyes have no trouble seeing what lies before him. On the floor in front of the fireplace is a dark bearskin rug. He pulls the hood of his cloak off revealing his wet blonde hair running down his.