I exploded at her.“Get your fucking pig face on my cock,” She reached for it with her hand. “No fucking hands cunt!” She opened her mouth her ...ips covered the crabapple sized cock head. She struggled trying to get my cock in her mouth. Stretching her mouth as wide as she could, the pig endeavored to fit its considerable girth in her mouth. Thick mascara ran down her face as the tears continued to flow. Her gigantic tits heaved as her fear caused her whole body to shudder. I was bored with her. Take a bath with me. You kinda stink." Gee, thanks." Just kidding... I like the way you smell when you're sweaty. I always have. I'm just using that as an excuse to get you into the tub with me." That's alright then."Upstairs in the bathroom I climbed into the tub and Izzy slid in behind me. I moved forward and leaned back and she held me between her legs, my head resting between her breasts. Dad had insisted, when he bought the house, that all the tubs be large enough so he could lay out in. And I love watching another man blowing your thick, nine-inch erection.”“They are both very attractive men in their late-twenties, with toned bodies,” I tell Sarah as I show her some pics on my phone. “Good asses. Both of them,” she smiles at the first pic. “And impressive erections. And look what his tongue is doing to that woman while her man is holding her hand alongside her on the couch while the other one is sucking his cock. “Is that what you want baby? We both have a simple test for. . But that's not the point. What about you? If you were my conjugal you'd need to screw me at least twice a week... and preferably twice a day. I'm not joking. I need a man. A real man. Are you up to it, Mr Pendrill? Do you have what it takes to be my conjugal?"Howard looked at her in cold bewilderment. "I don't know. Lucy would hate it..." Mr Pendrill. Forget Lucy. Lucy would be accommodated. If we can manage to forge a working partnership, then the rest would be arranged. The department.