“Is this your wife?” he asked. I nodded. “If you still want to bet, you’ll have an opportunity to meet her at the office party in two weeks.�... “Okay, but don’t cry if you don’t like the outcome,” he said, laughing. I assured him that I wouldn’t, and told him that in fact if he succeeded it would be the best $100 I ever spent. He asked me if I was sure that was really what I wanted and I confessed and told him I was never more certain of anything in my life and then we continued to talk, and I. .."That left Pete with the old black chick -- but he'd had a suck from her before, at least. "Busy, Baby?" she asked, eyeing him sidelong."No..." Show me a good time?" Yeah, okay." She was black and all, and kind of droopy in places, but not big and fat like the white woman -- not bad for an older chick. "Where?" The massage table?" Louise pointed it out."Okay." He followed her over."Top or bottom?" Huh?" Do you want to ride me or do you want me to ride you?" Louise amplified.Pete shrugged.. We're going to be late for Becky's play if we don't get going." Not yet," Christi pretend pouted, "I want to snuggle some more and admire your whip marks." She ran her hands over Mrs. Potter's artistry. "I'm SO jealous." Nope," Kathy hopped off the bed, "time to go." She took Christi by the hand and pulled the smiling brunette to her feet. "'The Story of 'O'' is my favourite play and I want a seat right down front." Do you think they'll do audience participation?" Christi scurried to the closet. He never slowed down and she didn’t either. After she had struggled through three gut-wrenching orgasms of her own and Timmy had shot her four more times, he knew he needed to get back downstairs or they’d come looking for him.“Where do you live, Timmy? I need some more of this young cock.”“Right across that fence. See that big tree outside your window? That’s my bedroom where that big limb hangs over the fence.”“Fuck, Timmy. We can go from bedroom to bedroom right across that big tree. I’ll.