”“The floor?” Ben asked as she released his lips.“Yes. I was watching you the whole time you were in here, leaking all over the carpet. See, h...re! And here, and here.” He pointed at barely visible shiny spots on the carpet. Ben supposed they could be precum droplets from earlier, but could just as easily be Patrick’s from a previous night or even something like glue from months before. Being ordered around was starting to turn him on, though, so he decided to play along.“I’m so sorry, Sir. I. "Miss K, worried about her new-found friend asked, "Are you OK?" Yeah. It's just unusual, that's all. I guess it's OK, if you live as a woman. I know lesbians you know, but one question. How did you get to look like that and still have?that?" Plastic surgery, my fair friend? Plastic surgery." "Wow," Carol said as she got up and walked over to Miss K, her eyes glues to Miss K's dick. "I guess what they say about Black men even goes for the ones that look like women." Thanks," Carol said as she. Still keeping his face adverted from Ted's sight, Norman Warender asked."Do you still ride that infamous motorcycle of yours, Ted?" We... , well no sir." Ted stuttered in reply. Completely taken aback by Norman Warender's question. "I still have it though, tucked away in the back of the garage." Ted was somewhat concerned about what Estelle's father was about to say next. Especially taking into account that Mr Warender had blatantly engineered it so that they were alone in the room.Norman. Jim could feel the man’s bulge against his own. Jim reached into his pocket and took out a rubber. The man grunted after breaking their kiss. The hat man undid his belt and dropped his trousers. Jim unbuttoned his and dropped them also. Boxer shorts came off and cocks sprung out in the damp air of the closet. The man turned around and hugged the pipe. Jim slipped on his rubber and slid his cock between the man’s asscheeks. It went in easily. Jim felt his cock grow as he pushed his rod into the.