.but cant help myselfHot Son: My cock rock hard as I watch your lips strain to kiss the heel...your tongue swirling upon it..and then letting it fall ...nto your open mouth...your lips moving rapidly upon itSinthya CD : baby...i love how you describe...please go on.....this will make me cumHot Son: You're such the perfect fucktoy...I'm ready for you to lay on your back, sucking that heel as I spread your legs high into the air and take you againSinthya CD : And you can cum in my mouth while I. . I’m sorry for the mix-up. I just assumed that...”“Right. That Chris was a guy. I get that all the time from some fuck boi or other ... My ‘personal ... um ... situation’? What’s this all about?”“I’ll tell you. But first I need to verify your identification.”“You wanna see my driver’s license?” Now she was getting into game mode, where she was a hard-assed Killer Rabbit. Much harder-assed than she’d been to ‘Carolyn’ thus far. And besides, she didn’t even have a driver’s license.“Uhm ... No.. ” That way no matter what side of the sign people saw, they got the message. Those who read always seemed to have a dollar or two for Mr. Bags.It wasn’t just sweeping. Mr. Bags had carefully instructed G2 on how to sweep properly, how to wait for a section to clear of customers before attempting to sweep it, and how to make sure his sign was always face up. Mr. Bags also acted as a sort of unofficial busboy. If he saw people finish at a sidewalk table and stand to leave, he politely asked them. (Law) Law (formerly) a. in the privacy of a judge’s chambers b. in a court not open to the public. Official name for sense 2: in chambers [Latin: in the chamber] * I blame Leanne’s job for how we got snared in Victorias web of deceit and control. At least that’s what started the unfortunate chain of events. Leanne is everything to me. I call her the ‘Baby Bears Breakfast’. Not to tall and not too short. Not too fat and not too slim. She is ‘Just Right.’ I know my wife well. I know her nuances.