My wife as made contact with a woman, via Face Book, who owns a distribution company for erotic toys, such as dildoes and other sexual related items. ...My wife has picked up the vibes, that this woman is wanting “more” than just a sale of a dildo to her. This woman is wanting to coordinate having a party, with my wife as the hostess, in order to sell these items to ladies that have been invited to this sells party. My wife is not too keen on having this party at our house due to the fact of her. That was such a show that you and Hazel put on that I wonder if you have the strength for our usual nightly routine." I don't know how much more I have in me, Sally, but I am willing to try if you are willing to take the chance that I might poop out on you before either or both of us can cum." I'll take that chance, Master. Just having your cock inside my pussy for only a moment is worth the effort from my point of view. Come on, and we'll give it a try. I am wet enough that we don't need to. Lewis emitted the weirdest laugh any of the people there had ever heard. ‘I fixed his ass good,’ he replied. ‘I set him up to get busted and fired from the store. That wasn’t enough, though. I really got him last night.’ ‘Did you run him off the road last night, Mr. Lewis?’ Martin asked. ‘Is that what you did?’ The eerie cackle erupted from Lewis again. ‘Yeah, I sure as hell did,’ he said, ‘Up on Route 11. You shoulda heard what it sounded like when that old junk truck of his rolled down that. Nodding almost imperceptibly, Brandy deferred the formality to me, and the sommelier presented the bottle for my approval. I nodded in acceptance, and watched as he began to cut the foil off the bottle. It was then that I felt Brandy's bare foot press into my crotch, gently grazing my flaccid penis. I raised an eyebrow at her, and was rewarded with a wicked smile from behind her water glass as she raised it to her lips. From the corner of my eye, I could see her smile as she began kneading my.