>>> They put my dick into a waffle maker and plugged it in. I had to recite the full names of all the guys in the dorm and tell their erect dick sizes...before the waffle iron heated up and burned my dick to pieces.>>> Part of my daily job is to suck clean the sweaty filthy jock straps of every guy in the dorm. They throw them into a basket. I have to suck the stains and stinking sweat out of the prick pouches, and if I don't do a perfect job, I am punished. I also have to suck clean the. How did she do that?" Dunno but it's going to be another couple of weeks before I can exercise her properly. At the moment it's just plodding round the paddock on a lead rein. Very dull!" I'll bet. For both of you!" Dead right! Anyway, what can I get you?" A large gin and tonic..." Ice and lemon?" Please but go easy on the ice." OK, and a large whisky and soda with just a little ice?" How did you guess?"Sally grinned then added,"Not Bell's but Grouse and soda all the way." How did you know?". "Had her pale cheeks picked up a red tinge?"Um, Miss Crowder, she didn't . . .?" No, Rhonda has not given me any money," Daphne said with a smile."That's a relief," John said. "She has some very strange ideas sometimes. About what she thinks people need."Daphne leaned forward towards John."Does it disappoint you Rhonda hasn't given me any money to have sex with you?" she asked.John recoiled. That directness again. He guessed it came with her profession, but it sure made him feel. They separated for a moment so that Gabby could finish peeling her top off, revealing a simple, black silk bra. As they continued making out, Ken reached behind her, trying to decipher the key to unhooking the ever-hated bra.“Want some advice?” Gabby asked with a slight giggle.“Sure,” Ken signed, beginning to get frustrated.“Feel for the crease, then slip one finger under and one finger over. Squeeze together and rub your fingers until it unhooks.”Concentrating, Ken did as she instructed. .