Janice had cuffed herself for him and now she had to suffer the consequences. Besides, he knew all the ruckus she made was because she was as horny as...hell. If she was really in trouble, she would have hummed their 'safe tune'. No, he knew her pussy was itching for someone to scratch it.The last carrot joined the rest of the fresh vegetables in the bowl beside the sink. He had carefully washed and trimmed several stalks of celery, some carrots, a parsnip, a Daikon radish, and a pair of English. The jungle was, however, doing its thing. Very well, I might add.Remember this is 1960.In the middle of the night, the phone rang. I didn't hear it, but old eagle ear did. Grace shook me, "Answer that."With a groan ... or two or three or six, I got up, padded barefoot down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen, got a drink of water, drank it, picked up the ringing phone and got a dial tone.A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had. She pulled back and concentrated on the wrinkles near the tip,investigating them with her tongue, forced to follow her master's ordersand clean him off as perfectly as she could."That's enough" Zaadon called, placing a hand on her forehead andpushing her away. She fell backwards off the little stool and lay in a heap, her immensebreasts bouncing, cum dripping from her mouth and down her legs, thecrown dislodged from her soft little head."Now, tell me" Zaadon demanded. "Which among you little. But the foot was still there, rubbing my cock even harder and faster now! I was shocked when I realized what that meant.. that was Tim’s foot! all that time! I looked at him in shock, and he looked me with a look and a smile that I can’t find any word to describe them but ‘sexy’ I said trying to sound angry, but I failed:’What the hell are you doing Tim! stop it’ He just rubbed faster and said:’Do you really want it to stop? Your cock isn’t even becoming softer.. you are getting harder!’ I’m.