The nice girls won’t talk to me and all of the boys want to fuck me. I don’t know what to do.”Then she started crying. I embraced her and hugged...her tightly to me. I rubbed her back and told her that I could help.With tears in her eyes she said, “Even if you could help I’m addicted to a good stiff cock. I play with myself at school, I use dildos at night, but I really like cock. I don’t think I can stop.”She cried even harder.I said, “I can help. Trust me.”She pushed me away, looked me right in. By now, I was more than ready to rise to the occasion. I found the lube and applied it generously to her asshole and my cock before easing into her delightful bottom. Her booty felt terrific on my dick, tight, hot, and velvety as it gripped me and kept me hard.“Oh ... fuck me, you Yank bastard ... I love it! Take my arse ... take it!” Larissa exclaimed as she worked her hips and ass to draw me further inside her tush.I could have sworn that I felt the movements of Larissa’s strap-on dildo as. He recommended a head hunter (personnel recruiter) who was familiar with the kind of problems I had and would be able to find us the kind of people we needed. It turned out that I was real good at taking good advice, especially when it reinforced what I already wanted to do, so I contacted the head hunter and explained my problem. He found the people I needed within six months, so I was able to relax and enjoy life again. My wives and kids immediately noticed the improvement in my attitude and. She was horny and needed to cum, and was cruelly denied. She sat at her dressing table, naked, and started to curl her hair when she saw Matthew appear in her mirror with a plate in his hand. "Breakfast is served." He grinned as he placed the plate on the floor in the corner of the room. Tiffany looked at him a little baffled. "Why is the plate in the corner?" She asked. "Get on your hands and knees, and crawl over to your breakfast. Eat it like the dog you are." Tiffany couldn't believe what.