To do what I please with.” “Yes, Sir.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s breathless and inviting. “Good girl. Such a good little pet,” ...e smirks. “Now, on your knees.” “Sir?” When I don’t immediately move to follow his command, he grabs my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. I’m face to face with the very prominent bulge in his suit pants. “Oh, Sir, you are hard for me.” “Yes I am, you little vixen whore.” He speaks softly, his tone quite contrary to the phrasing. He strokes my cheek and I. . ?" Pissmops. Nobody ever comes into the pissmop bins."He inhaled deeply."I kinda like it, though, reminds me of well kept horses." Horses?" Yes, magnificent beasts. We ride them for sport. They're kept in stalls, little cubicles, with straw, dried plant stalks on the floor."She took her hand away from her nose, took a shallow breath. Then another. It was ... not so bad. She relaxed, a bit.Then squeaked again, as Sheridan pushed her against the bags, started to kiss. The bags rustled and. David didn't want to embarrass his big sister any more than she already was but he couldn't avoid looking as the nubile young girl brushed past him, her body almost in his nose as she squeezed past his bed. The boy's night-adjusted vision aided by the moonlight gave him an almost perfect view of the girl's charms and, to exacerbate a tricky situation, the smell of a pubescent girl was enough to make the horny boy almost lose his load right then.When she returned to the sleeping bag, Darlene. And it’s nice and firm.” Looking straight into my eyes she asked, “…and I’ll bet it doesn’t squeak at all does it?” Laughing at her own comment I answered telling her “no” as she got up and asked to see more. So I took her in to show her the master bath. She screamed out her enjoyment when she saw our master bath. She had one sink, a toilet and a standard soaker tub. Holding her hands over her mouth she said, “Oh my God… this is awesome!” You’ve got two vanities AND a makeup area. Your wife.