We have to tell those young men the truth. They may damage Lamar." she said it with the same tone she might have used to tell me it was raining outsid...."Lets just see how he does. It might be good to know how much help he will be in a shit storm." I said."I am not familiar with that term," Lucy said."Shit storm, you know like when the shit hits the fan," I said."Of course the fan blade would chop the shit. Then blow it out as in a stream, but instead of water it would rain shit. I see now," she. She had shoulder length straight brown hair, and was a little shorter than Dasha. She was skinny, but had enormous breasts, a D cup at least. Just below the left one was a tattoo of a rose and the initials HBL. After Karl was through his first time with her, he told the girls that they could have one hour to talk before he gagged them again. Morgan’s first question was about the tattoo. “What’s his name?” she asked, eager to hear stories from the real world and not this sick reality they were. Stroking it like I might pet a kitten to make it purr for me. I let my massaging hand flow effortlessly up her shirt, letting her wallow in the sensual contact. I lean in again, but as I feel her body tense under my machinations, I choose to nuzzle her nose rather than push the issue a third time. She gives a little giggle to this. I give a deep hearty chuckle in return. "You are such a perfect creature" I say with conviction. I truly meant this. I think to myself just how perfect she is,. ....her cheeks were a bit blushed now because he pulled away a towel and revieled his big throbbing cock. its was just a little bigger than mine but much thicker and had unique curve to it. One of the reasons my wife was blushing was because she had only been with a handful of guys in her life, and we have been married for 25 years. He asked her if she liked it, she just kept looking and said yes....he asked he if she wanted to play with it and I could tell she did, but knew she was afraid. she.