Back at their place, and occasionally at home if her parents were out, she would take care of them. It not only saved all the hassle of fighting them ...ff when they tried it on but it also satisfied her in a strange kind of way. Carla liked the power of control. She had what they wanted; what they craved for and what was reserved for a very special few. But she enjoyed giving them hand relief. She loved to look them in the eye as she unzipped their pants; she loved to see that pleading look.. "Yeah but it's a little early," she said."Well I have to get up at 5AM, so I'm headed to bed early. If you need anything call the Sheriff." I said."Okay, I can do that," she informed me. "Sleep well. By the way since you shaved your head have you had any offers to share your bed?" Why? are you thinking about doing it to?" I asked."Lord no, my hair is my one good feature. I was just curious," she said."I have had no fewer offers. Let's put it that way. The guys who wanted to screw me before. And their white waters bubbled, raged, boiled, and spurted from her cunt -- like torrents from a broken dam -- as she screamed again, "I'm cumming!" There was nothing in the universe but that one great pit and pendulum of sensation and release. Her ears heard not, her eyes saw not, her mind thought not. Only the cunt was there -- the almighty cunt! -- stronger than all her other organs put together, and it screamed out a song of ecstasy that would not be denied. That sweet, intolerable delight. "It's okay, honey. I hope seeing your mother's old body like that doesn't give you a nightmare!"I saw Kevin was ready to reply, and I quickly interrupted."Hey, we'd better go before we lose the reservations."The drive to the restaurant took almost an hour, and I listened as Sam and Kevin chatted the entire time about his college plans. The restaurant I choose wasn't high priced but wasn't cheap, either. We placed our orders and had a couple of glasses of wine while we waited. I can't speak for.