It’ll help you to say harder between fucks and do it more often.”Dan parked the van beside Lisa’s car and Karen looked in the lighted vanity mir...or to check her light makeup and lipstick. “You look absolutely stunning as always. If John doesn’t want to fuck you, he must be gay.”“Thank you, honey, I love you!” She smiled kissing him then adjusted the low opening of her dress, the short hen would take care of itself. “Here, take this,” she said handing him a blue pill.“Viagra, I don’t have any. He hadn’t liked it much then and he would like it even less now if the man did get out soon which seemed to be the case. He was a killer. He really didn’t want him around her, but, she was an adult now and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop her from consorting with him if she was of a mind to.2013The meeting with the judge had gone well. Winifred Clark did have some friends at court, and with Nathan backing her efforts the meeting had gone, well, well. This was one trip to the prison. I reached up and slowly traced my finger up and down her slit, and pulled her pussy lips apart to peek at her pink interior."What the hell is this, slut? You aren't even wet! Don't you want me to fuck you tonight? Or are you intentionally trying to piss me off?" I bellowed, acting angry at her."Master, please! I-I tried being wet for you, I really did. But I know how you feel about me playing with myself before you visit, and I didn't want to disobey you! Please, I'm sorry, Master!" she said,. “I want you… NOW!” I whispered.“I know,” she whispered back. “Why do you think I’m standing so close to the dressing rooms?’And before I could use my standard ‘Oh you little sneak!’ line when she does those unexpected delightful things; she had me by the wrist and was practically dragging me and my stumbling, weak-kneed legs along behind her. (I’m sure glad Waldo-Mart uses real doors now instead of those curtains on the dressing rooms!) In no time at all, she was yanking my weak-kneed legs free.