.. well... I don't know what, but it wouldn't be pretty. So I'm trying to keep myself in control.The shipment came today at the office. I got a number...of curious glances, as I never get things delivered here. I didn't pay much attention. I had what I needed.If you didn't guess already, I got another Clone-a-Willie.My plan was rather simple. Make one of myself and switch it with the other one. I wasn't going to say a word. I figured that would be the end of it.Things are never as easy as they. He went faster and faster. Into my pussy, I'm going to cum! I said to him. I can't hear you he said. I'm going to cum!, I cant hear you so I screamed I'm going to cum!. Yes, cum baby he said , cum for me. I could feel my body starting to shake, I was in heaven. I cam so hard, I couldnt even move. I opened my eyes to see him standing over me butt ass naked. Are you okay? Yes, that was awesome. Well, I'm glad cause I'm not finished. Neither am I replied. I stood up and pushed him onto the bed and. Her cropped, and largely perforated, green sport jersey flowed with any breeze or movement so her braless tits were constantly teasing us with near exposure, just as she liked—even with strangers now. The perforations occasionally snagged a hard nipple and allowed the tip of it to nearly escape. At least she chose the shirt with the normal arm holes instead of the huge arm holes or her tits would be constantly displayed as they shifted. Either shirt is known to make an impression—hardening. Sir ordered Miss Jones to kneel, dropped his trousers and ordered her to suck. Miss Jones' blonde hair was soon in Sir's hands and her ears were soon rejoicing as Sir started speaking to her like a whore.'Where you should be, now, aren't you slutface Jones? Kneeling before your betters, being the whore you are. Keep those shoes and stockings on, whores never take them off.''Oh Sir, keep talking that, I need my dirty cum hole filled by you. Four days I have waited for you, a whore like me can.