Although to behonest it was her lack of options that would get the result that I fullyexpected!'I WILL BE THERE' was all it said, I laughed out loud; ...f course you will be, you silly little bitch; youhave no choice now; I own your pretty ass. I texted back.'BE ON TIME, MAKE SURE YOU ARE SHAVED SMOOTH ALL OVER. COME TO THE BACKDOOR AND STRIP NAKED IN THE UTILITY ROOM. PUT YOUR CLOTHES IN THE BINBAG, GO UPSTAIRS AND PUT ON THE STUFF LAID OUT IN THE SPARE BEDROOM.MAKE-UP AS WELL BITCH!The reply. Her large breasts swayed. “How is she.”“Skilled,” I said, sliding my hand through Imogene's hair.“Ooh, it's making me so wet,” my wife groaned. “Just look at her loving you. She's into it. She loves blowing you.”Imogene popped her mouth off my cock. “Of course I love blowing him, and not just because it's my job. I just love sucking on dicks. Worshiping them. Bobbing my head up and down on them. Tasting that salty cum.”My wife shuddered. “It is fun.”“If you are horny, I replaced the alcohol in. I had silently told myself before stopping here that I was not going because of the arcade, but I suppose that’s like one saying that he is reading men’s magazines only because of the articles. Anyway, I was somewhat ahead of schedule, so I gave in to the temptation. I had been in a few such places before, but was always fearful of being seen, arrested, or accosted. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I walked around to get the lay of the place. Unlike some of the others, this one did not. Oh but she does like to be consoled in such a way."Oh shit." I moaned. "What the hell happened?" Then I looked and saw that low IQ retarded Gomer, who happens to be Homer's younger brother and remembered what happened."You brain dead son of a bitch, Gomer Carville, why in the hell did you point a gun at me when I was sitting by the side of the road resting my eyes?" Well, for one thing, your truck was reported stolen when you didn't check it back in yesterday. So when I seen your garbage truck.