I thought about how he had bent me over onto my hands and knees and fucked me hard from behind, spanking me, pulling my hair while I begged for more. ...nd I thought about me, pushing him onto his back, riding him, controlling him, making him beg me to cum. We fucked on and on, until the fire had burnt down to embers and finally, bruised and satisfied, we collapsed into each other and lay until we had become too cold. He carried me back to bed, in his arms. I didn’t like to admit it, but that. I’d take good care of you.’ There she goes again, trying to get hired. ‘You hired ME to protect you, remember?’ I sipped coffee, and added, ‘Just relax here a few days. Let Fairweather get tired of searching for you.’ Dick Tracy barked to come in. Damn, I hadn’t thought about Dick at all. Not the dog, anyway. Becky got up, ‘Do you feed him in the morning, too?’ ‘Yes, two cups of the dry stuff. Add a little water.’ ‘Let me do it. I like your Dick.’ The double entendre wasn’t lost on me, even. There is a small patch of hair in the cleavage of his tits. I run my finger through it. We he turns over I assume he wants to be fucked. I position myself, spitting saliva into my hand and rubbing it onto my cock and finger his asshole for a few minutes. I cannot help notice his wedding ring and wonder if his wife is aware of her husband's fixation for American boys. I don't give the issue much thought and I slip my cock between that expansive ass. I have to play blind man's bluff a few. He told her to relax; it was probably Heather dropping off her payment. My wife wanted to hide but he laughed saying that Heather probably would think she was there for the same thing.He let Heather in, she was a busty dark haired middle aged woman. My wife and Heather made an awkward hello to each other. Heather sat down on the couch and opened her purse and began to rummage through it for her checkbook, Vincent sat down next to her and patted the cushion on the other side of him telling my.