They were given five minutes to catch their breath and relax. Then they repeated the duel task one more time. In the end, all twelve pussy willows had...been used as switches and were broken or limp."Just as an interesting and ironic bit of information, Victor," mused Cheryl, " the term 'Pussywillow' can also be used to describe a male who does specific activities that would be labeled as feminine in nature. But these days such a guy is more commonly just called a pussy." And you, Victor," added. Obviously she is happy today; thank fuck, but what has gotten her so happy? “Everything ok” I ask “Everything is perfect” she replies as she bounds down the hall and plants a big kiss on my lips. I smile “What’s got you so happy...have we won the lottery” I ask as I draw a blank as to what has gotten her so happy. “Nope” her eagerness to tell me is making her bubble with delight, “something better”. “Ok” I reply wondering what kind of pills she’s on. “I went to the doctors today...and guess. Please don’t.”Thankfully he accepted Jason’s plea and just stood there looking down at Eva’s pussy and the bottle that was slowly sliding out of her. He stepped forward and caught the bottle before it hit the floor and looked at all her juices round the neck. Jason went round to her feet and eased her bent legs from under her and let them hang over the side of the table but still spread well apart.“Is she okay?” Ben the barman asked.“She will be, give her a couple of minutes.”“Can I get her. I opened it to find a picture of a gorgeous black man, maybe slightly younger than me, but really fit looking, muscular, handsome, and the fattest cock I ever saw and not shy in the length department either.I read, "Trust you are looking forward to Saturday as much as me? You have a lovely body, I particularly like your lingerie and waxed pussy, you are looking so sexy and fun I cannot wait to meet up" I was also looking at revealing and explicit sexy photos of myself taken and sent to him by.