“It’s hard…it’s hard,” he gasped, both of his hands sliding fingers up and down its erectile length. He’s a fucking donkey dick…look at ...hat motherfucker! And she did…she soaked in the view of his erection. He’d been eight inches long she guessed, when he was limp…and now…now the bastard was at least a foot fucking long and so fat that she wondered if her own hands could encompass its girth. And oh, how she wanted to find out! “Better not stop now or your balls are gonna ache you to death. I will slip my hand out of the way and prepare the suture."For a fucking green Butterbar, he surprised me and followed directions to a T. Once I was sure his index finger was on the bleeder, I slipped my hand out of the wound in Jack's ass and prepared the suture tray.I looked at the Butterbar and ordered, "Okay, I'm ready. Once I start the suture, you need to try to mop up the blood so I can see and feel what I'm doing. But be careful that I don't nick you with the needle."He pulled his hands. As much as I hated to admit, there was something enjoyable about being dressed like this and cleaning a dirty room that really turned me on."I'm just popping out for some coffee, make sure you clean the bed too dear!" Fiona shouted, slamming the door shut behind her.I finished cleaning the bathroom and began to change the bedsheets. The linen was covered in stains and wet patches, and there were used condoms left strewn across the mattress and floor. Picking them up, I couldn't help but feel a. ”“Nah, marrying one works just as well,” laughed Dickie. “Sam doesn’t play on the name at all. Big George and Momma treated him as the idiot son-in-law for years, despite everything he ever accomplished, and it always pissed him off.” He went on to describe Sam’s years at the firm.Tina listened intently. Her initial attraction to her boss had been growing for weeks now. Sam had an easy, self-deprecating sense of humor that deflected any form of praise or thanks, and he erected a barrier between.