“What?” she barked, squeezing my sac like she was testing an avocado at the grocery store. “What did you say?” “Nothing! Nothing, Mistress!�...� “That’s better, but let’s get this straight, so to speak, right now,” she said firmly. “If I say this fat cock is going up your ass, it’s going up your ass. You better just pray that I lube it up first, because I think I forget to order some and I don’t know if we have any in the house.” We did, of course, and she knew damn well that we did. I kept the. "Very well, I'll go see this woman." Excellent. I will send her a message to say that you have agreed tothe meeting. We'll meet at a small house I use for such things, as shewould rather not be seen here, for obvious reasons." With that he left.Constance tried to restrain her joy - a woman who worried about beingseen in a whorehouse was several ranks above anyone Constance hadexpected to find willing to adopt her child. For the rest of the day,Constance daydreamed about this mysterious woman,. There was a little surprise at this but not entirely unexpected. The crinkle of a condom was heard, some lube was rubbed around my hole, then and my waist was grasped with two hands.Any second now. It's coming. Ahh, there it is.The cool tip of his cock resting against me. The pressure is slowly building and not letting up. Bill was right. He was going to make this nice for the both of us. The pressure continued to build and then, POP! The head went in and was held there again while I. Jill had used the time to lean forward, ostensibly checking a price on the lower shelf. Of course, her intention was to expose her breasts almost to the nipple. Being a normal teenager, the thin youth gawked down her front. Jill, on rising up, made certain not to make eye contact with him, for fear of embarrassing him, and so it was that she took notice of the three cartons he had yet to stock on the shelf. She paid particular attention to the bottom carton."Oh, yes," she said, noting that Joan.