"Good evening, miss. How may I help you?" "I see you are wear a Mackay tartan, I was wondering if you were wearing the kilt in regimental fashion?" Th...s woman was quite beautiful with her long hair and green eyes. Her frame was very tight and her breasts were quite large in comparison. James was highly aroused, so he decided to be a little more provocative with his response than he had previously been. "Miss I am not quite sure, but if you would care to investigate, I would gladly oblige." The. Getting up and moving to the foot of the bed. Watching her, sipping and nibbling the soup and sandwich, dunking her crackers. Every so often taking her eyes off of the screen to look at me, silently sitting there, trying to mask my concern for her health with a warm smile. Seeing her eat makes me feel a little better, she manages to finish almost a whole sandwich, and it takes some coaxing but the soup and juice as well. Removing her tray to the kitchen, upon my return I can see she is still. I opened my mouth wide, tilted my head back and accepted the gift of his meat. I could smell my own blood and filth on him and did not care. His cock slid back onto my throat, the pain and pressure I had felt last time now a perverse pleasure. He rammed his cock down my throat, rammed it so hard that it felt like those hard abs might break my nose. I didn't care. The speed and intensity of his assault built until finally he drove fully into my throat and clutched my head tight against him. I. New cars don't pay for themselves.So, while I'm doing dishes and shit, Jess is busy doing her shit. Stocking everything. Cleaning EVERYTHING. I swear to God, she's OCD. Oh well, she has to bend down alot. Gives me plenty of time to admire her PHAT juicy ass. (Another dude called it Thunder Booty. True Story.) In ninja mode, of course. Can't be too dog like. So anyway I'm just chilling back there and she just walks up to me. "Almost done? It's 2:30. I don't want to be here all night!" She smiles.