Yes. Fuck my asshole." Hose reached down and roughly grabbed Kristi's head and pulled her up to his dick. He ordered, "Slick this dick you nasty whore..." She eagerly complied, picking up where she left off earlier. This time it took only two or three strokes to get Hose's meat completely down her throat. After a minute he pulled her off and pushed her down on the bed. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees like a dog, bitch," Hose commanded. He wet his finger and slowly stuck it into. I moonlight as a personal shopper for the well-to-do, but this is my passion and my calling.You see, I really did die that night. John Garson, driven businessman, raconteur, incipient alcoholic, is no more. He died when I accepted my death on that rooftop. I go by Jay Garson now. I'm quieter. I still have my sense of humor, but I don't need to be the center of events. One glass of wine is enough for dinner, no nightcaps need apply. I'm content to enjoy life as it comes. I date occasionally, but. Darius couldn’t think of another time when the simple act of wearing clothes put him in such constant communication with his body. Every turn, every bending motion, every flourish made his entire form tingle with the thrill of forced femininity.Darius wished his chastity cage was off, if only so he could feel that wonderful velvet texture against his cock. He knew better than to ask for luxuries, though. He was beginning to wonder if Heather would ever unlock him again.No sooner did he think. “We can do the shoulders and stomach too,” said Vanessa. “That way it will be more than just boobs.”“Who says I want my flabby stomach being looked at?” grunted Grandma.“There isn’t an ounce of fat on your stomach,” snorted Danny.Mona looked at him and arched an eyebrow. “And how would you know that, young man?”A glint came in his eye. “Pat told me, of course.”All eyes in the room turned to me. I heard the intake of breath by six women, who were about to scream at me.“Lie!“ I shouted.“It had.