I have to pay the same prices for gas that you do.A year ago someone like him would be unusual. Now I ran across assholes like him two or three times ... week. The higher the prices at the pump, the more assholes come out of the woodwork.At least they communicate with me, even if it is only one way. Most people that come here hardly even notice I exist. I'm just something they hand money to and get change from. Sometimes they demand a receipt and I'd better get it to them damn quick or they act. Having never experienced a fisting, I was pleasantly surprised by the thrill I felt throughout my vaginal region as her hand sunk into my twat. Her wrist twisted against my clit as she worked her hand deeper into me and she wiggled her fingers touching places never before visited. I could barely breathe it felt so wonderful! "Mmmm yessss, it feels sooo good. I love it!"At her direction I relaxed and reclined fully on the chaise and just floated on a cloud as Janice played her magic within my. ” “Yeah, well just put some pants on.” He said, “It’s ok. You’re still my mate.” He just lay there showing off his bum. He was proper showing it off. He was lying face down and he started wiggling his hips back and to. His bum cheeks were stiffly wobbling and they looked so fucking sexy. “You’re the gay one, mate. Lying there wiggling your arse for me.” He laughed. He then pushed his bum up in the air. “Oooh! Mate, look at my bum. Do you wanna shag me, mate?” I threw the magazine at him, hit. Of the previous three, the first, a man, had been beaten and eliminated from the game, the second, a woman whom Marianne found quite fascinating and looked totally different from herself, had secured seven thousand pounds, and the third, another woman, had been eliminated.Marianne was buzzing with excitement now. She hadn't expected to do as well as she had, and now here she was standing beside this younger woman preparing herself for the second and final part of the contest and... she had a.