I want to get high while being punished.Me: Lie down on the bed. I’ll give you a refreshing drink to get high. It’s too hot to handle.Donald slept...on the bed watching me remove my remaining clothes. When he saw my plump breasts, his cock became stiff again. To distract him, I began to play with my nipples and tease him by biting my lips with sexual intent.Me: Ready for the hot drink my perverted dog?I got up on the bed and sat on Donald’s erect penis. I rested my ass crack on it and began to. As I said, our people had a lot of fun with this. One of the things we did was take out old material on the best passers in the history of the game. None was better. None! Now watch the time in the corner of the picture. Here comes the ball."Incidentally, the coaches were drooling just looking at you. Your eyes are on the ball. 'Looking it into your hands, ' they call it. Furthermore, they tell me that the position of your hands — up to cradle the ball — is also right out of the book. As one. Asking if i wanted to come round some time and we can take it slow. Damn my hungover dick was furious already. I said that I would love that and then asked if he was free now. To my delight, it was a yes.I asked where he stayed and as soon as he sent his address I felt the urge to close the laptop and never do this again. Luckily I was still a bit drunk, so my lack of inhibitions stopped me from doing that. I said i was going to get the bus as it is on the same route, he offered to pick me up. She was good looking and about the right age. She also — if hubby was no longer around — had the potential of a very good regular income, long into the future from his book royalties. The plan was simple: dispose of Sandra’s old man! Then when a suitable period of time had passed, marry the silly tart. The money she would have coming in from her deceased hubby’s books would quite nicely hide the cash I had stashed away from my previous wives, etc. I was not really envisaging disposing of Sandra.