"This film is romantic Charles. You know why I put this film on. So you and I can have a romantic evening. I mean I got the impression that you though... you didn't mean anything to me and here I was thinking I can prove you wrong and that I do have a more loving side!!" Ivy cried to him in a high pitched voice.Charles gulped, fearing that he may have woken up a sadistic monster again. He had seen her sadistic side and always prayed that he steered clear away from it."Ok Charles. I am going to. Her warm weather outfit was a bad choice as the evening had turned off cool, but a light sweater would solve that. Her off blond hair was neat and carefully pulled back, giving her face a young, sweet look.It took me about three seconds to see that she had a serious engine problem and maybe more. By the look of the fluids escaping beneath the engine, this baby wasn’t going anywhere soon. Auto mechanics were about clear as mud for me, so I made all the right noises and then suggested I give her. A.J. Chegwidden had done just what he'd thought about doing after he'd sat there behind his big polished desk and stroked his cock until he blew his cum load all over the top and onto the nearby carpet. He had invited Jennifer Coates, his administrative assistant, to come over later that night to his quarters and he subtlely made no bones about the reason for his request. He was careful to ensure that Jennifer understood it was a request and not a command. He knew they could string him up for. “Give it t-to m-m-meee!” she squealed as her slippery-fingered hand slammed down onto the edge of the tub for balance. Brad roared as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back as he thrust into her. Their flesh collided with a report that sounded like a thunderclap in the confined space, and his cum surged up. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpered as she felt him swelling inside her. Over and over again, he groaned as powerful spurts erupted in her depths and pooled around him. Spastic,.