.. Socks and leggings."...Pullovers. ...Shorts!!" He pulled a couple out and tossed them over his shoulder; then he went rummaging again: "...Leotards...and swimsuits - how many does she need?"Not finding what he was looking for there, either, he went over to the clothes hamper. There weren't many things in there. There was a tank top that Albert knew was too small for Morgan but that she wore because it was; there was a baggy blouse that was beginning to look worn that Albert knew she only wore. I’m your dirty little fucker,’ I said.‘Well, then take my cock out and get to work on it. It takes me a while to nut, but I’ve got a good load saved up for you so if you work really hard, I’ll let you have it,’ he said, his grip becoming more firm on my head.‘Mmmmm, I love a big load of hot cum,’ I said. ‘You can put it anywhere you want too. You can shoot it down my throat or blast it across my face, whatever you want. You are in charge . . . master.’ ‘Oh fuck yeah, I like that shit,’ he said,. Emmy studies the list, and gets to work on Aaron's cock, learning to lubricate her hand with saliva, what to do with her tongue, how hard to suck, going at it like a good little student. When Aaron comes in her mouth, one of the other guys takes over, until all 3 have come in her mouth. They all congratulate Emmy on a great lesson, and invite her back the next day. And she keeps going back, after school each day.So, obviously these guys have found a way to get unlimited blowjobs out of a. Ah well, best get dressed." Cleo hopped to her feet and disappeared, bouncing up the staircase, her plate only half eaten, if that.An hour later would find us entering the stables."Billy? Oh Billy?" Cleo called in a sing song voice."Yeah in here." A voice came from down the line of stalls. Sunlight played off of the small particles of hay and dust in the morning sunbeams.As we walked down the line of horse stalls, great heads popped over gates to look at the new arrivals. Curious eyes, and.