‘Have you got a coke? I’m thirsty.’ ‘No.’ ‘What’s that stuff over there?’ she pointed to the drinks cabinet. ‘Whisky.’ ‘I’ll h...ve some of that.’ ‘Do you think you should in…in er…your condition?’ She patted her bloated belly and said, ‘It’ll do it good. Get it going with the old kick kick.’ I poured her a small whisky and said, ‘When you’ve finished that I think you’d better go back upstairs.’ ‘Can’t.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Had a row and walked out.’ ‘Yes, I heard the noise. There was a terrible bang.’. Second, when I tell you to do something, you have to ask permission to do it and you have to talk really dirty. Really dirty. Pussy, fuck, cock, cunt, tits - the dirtier the better. Third, you will address me as Sir or Master. Those are the rules. Here is the promise. I will never do anything to harm, injure or humiliate you. Anytime that you wish to quit, say 'Red Rover, Red Rover.' And the roles will stop. Instantly. No questions asked. If you agree to this, you will have the most mind. "Ooh, I think I've found it." Jesus, Nancy. Now look what you did." I was already spurting inside my pants.Nancy kissed me on the cheek. "You can always say you spilled your milk," she giggled as she took off through the bushes, leaving her tray of food on the grass.I don't know that I had something real special, but I do know that what she'd done felt special. Real, real, real special. I knew my hand would never be the same.I tried to pick up both trays, but that just didn't work. I could put. I held her still and also nodded off for a bit.After maybe an hour or so, I woke and felt my cock stirring again.Trudi was still asleep and I let go, with her face down on the couch.Soon my pole was at full mast and seeing her naked plump ass and thighs,made me horny as hell. I started to stroke her buttocks, opening upher ass cheeks and getting a full view of her lovely tiny asshole.Bending down I licked and kissed her behind and toggled my index fingerbetween her vaginal crack and her rear.