I sucked it, as commanded. He felt up my breasts. Mine aren’t all that big, but they filled up his hands. They’re not particularly sensitive. When...he pinched them I hardly felt it. I pretended to flinch.He frenched me and felt my tits a while longer before relaxing completely, closing his eyes and resting his arms around my narrow waist. His cock stood thick and sturdy in my cunt. We fell asleep.I dreamed of being tied to a whipping post. A black slaver cracked his tool next to my ear. Blood. Not that he thought about it for long though because he really did not care for any of them. The men in the navy blue overalls were now walking away from his house and down the narrow walkway. He took a deep breath and the scent of wild mint and lilac filled his nose.The create; 3ft wide 5ft long. "No way this thing will fit through the front door." Despite his logic, he pulled on the create. Much to his surprise it fit. He went to the middle drawer of his kitchen cupboard removed the hammer. Oh, and yes, very few women call it a ?cunt? because the word is so crude and vulgar. Since 2001, I always call it a ?cunt? for that same reason. It emphasizes that the purpose of my most private place is obscene and shocking and scary and dangerous and embarrassing and sexy and animal and hairy and magic and wonderful. Using its medical name is like hiding from the exciting horror of what we really are: animals. We're just like the other ones, only a little smarter (and not by much).I used to. He asked more pics i sent him a couple and the messages back he was very happy!he said he would come so i got fully dressed with makeup my favorite queen of spades stockings and blonde wig frilly back skirt dazzling blue nail polish little black top practically the same outfit as my twerk video actually..he asked me to look as slutty as possible ( easy for me its my favorite look ;) )To be safe we were talking on mobile when he walked down my road when i was looking out the front door...i saw.