My mobile beeped.Sammy: Come to the garageMe: Ok.She was in a satin nightgown, barefoot. I left my shoes and jacket in the garage. “Shh, the old man...is sleeping in the master bedroom. Let’s go upstairs,” said Sammy holding my hand. I held her waist and followed her upstairs to the landing.Without turning on the main light, I could see a pool table in the dim ambient light. Looking down, the living area was clearly visible. There was a game room with sectionals on the right side, one level below. ?Good bye, MasterCasey?? the woman said over her shoulder. ?You too, scum? cameCasey?s voice, floating out the door. The womandidn?t even look up at Lydia; she just walked around her and wentto the street. Lydia stepped in. ?Master Casey? I?m here,Sir.? There hewas, leaning languorously against the doorjamb. Casey?s muscles seemed to pushout the button down Brooks brothers shirt he hadtucked into his shorts. ?Well, nowDirtbag?so you?re here. A little early, aren?t we? Hope Cloris wasn?t. After a few deeper hard thrusting she slams up against the wall blacking out as her pussy drips violently all over my strap-on and the wetness dripping all over the dresser dripping down to the floor some squirting over on the chair in which I was standing. I pull off and look at J, J walks up to me and high fives me, let's go get the ladies some dinner and prep for tomorrow we can't just fuck them and let them leave without at least giving them a thank you. We need to give them a reason to. " He felt her tighten her internal muscles until it was almost uncomfortable, and start swaying back and forth as she held him inside of her. She would contract even further as she moved and it felt like he was a cow being milked. "Play wit' my titties, an' rub my nipples. It makes me cum harder and faster. You'll like when I do that." He leaned forward and grasped the hanging globes of milky, soft flesh, and squeezed gently, massaging the nipples between two fingers. He heard her gasp, again,.