Bern guides her to the table and pushes the coffee to her. After leaving the room to run a hot bath, Bern returns to the table."Once you have finished...your coffee you can jump into the bath and have a good soak," Bern says insistently.Bridget, gulping down the last mouthful of coffee from the mug, walks straight to the bathroom, turns off the taps of the steaming bath and slips in with a pleasurable sigh.From behind the closed door, Bern could hear the muffled moans of pain, as the hot water. My cock cream had reached a point of pressurized eruption. I had no intention of withdrawing my shaft from Wendy’s mouth. Hell, if the girl wants to eat my cock meat then she can swallow the gravy with it! The head of my cock was deep inside my sister’s throat when I started cumming. My grip on her curly head tightened as I fucked her mouth viciously. Orgasms caused my body to shudder. Thick, milky cream spurted into Wendy’s mouth and throat. The girl sputtered and choked, but she gulped. That was a week ago, and in the mean time, I'd been rung up daily by producers, researchers and stylists, all in preparation for these next few hours.It was Friday evening; I'd already been home to change into a plain white t-shirt, denim shirt and blue jeans. I looked a bit country and western, and certainly not the urban chic idea that the stylist had in mind. Then again, I'm too big to pull that look off. Occasionally a pin stripe suit works, but it tends to make me look like a gangster.I. He eased her bedroom door open. The empty glass was sitting on the nightstand by the bed. The teen was lying on the bed facing away from Russell. She apparently was in the process of changing clothes when the date-rape drug started to affect her. Clarissa’s blouse and skirt were lying on the floor. She was lying on the bed in only her bra and panties. Russell went over and shook the teen. Her only response was to moan and mumble something incoherently.Satisfied that Clarissa was unable to.