I ran my fingers up and down between the lips of my pussy, enjoying the familiar wave of pleasure washing over me. I looked down at him, he seemed mes...erized by my pussy and how wet I was. I continued running my fingers over my opening, sometimes sliding my middle finger inside myself to hit a really good spot and then I would go back to rubbing all around my lips. As I reached up to rub my boob while I touched myself, I noticed him move a bit. When I looked at him he was pulling his boxers. It was nice! She lay back luxuriously on the bed and sighed. "Tell you what, boy. Do a good job on my little piggies and I'll let you take over the job permanently."She lay still, smiling contentedly as her husband painted the rest of her toenails. He took the bottle from her hand and capped it. Though her eyes were closed, she knew by the sound when Boyd put the bottle on the nightstand. She thought it rather strange when he picked up her foot.Then she felt his lips--on the sole of her foot!. ”“Good point Jen,” Gretchen hauls me to my feet and I’m still floored that she can so effortlessly move me. I’m pushed up the stairs and into my room, the bed has been stripped except for the fitted sheet and I’m quickly un-cuffed and then re-cuffed to headboard. I’m too turned on at this point to fight it much as Jennifer secures my right leg to the footboard and Amy secures my left. “Jen, please,” I moan softly.“What do you want JJ? You think you can just have this pussy whenever you want. I think he may have had a pantyhose fetish. He liked to strokemy nylon-covered skin. My nipples always responded when he did."Wait, wait, I can't stand it anymore," Victor interrupted my story."You can't stand, what, anymore," I wanted to know."You know there is no such thing as hangover pills," he said,exasperated.My supposed claims of hangover pills affronted his personality. Victorwas a realist. He knew that I did not believe that such a thing existed.Although he was fascinated by my life.