Her voice soft andhusky.My arms begin to shake as they struggle to stay up. I can smell the muskyscent of her feminine juices."Oh my god, I can't beli...ve how fucking hot this is. I feel like I'mgoing to have an orgasm without even touching myself!" she saysexcitedly.She finally grabs the check from my hand and I lower my aching arms."Worship my boot bitch, and don't you dare let your lips touch my toes,"she states, plopping a boot right in front of my face.I pay reverence to her boot with my. ”I demand, “Turn on the TV to the Truth Network.”The TV is turned on and we see a fricken-fracken towelhead come on and announce in very broken English, “These are the bodies of Jennifer Blaine’s mother and former best friend. Watch what we do to these infidels!”Thank God the Truth Network blanks out most of the graphic parts, but you can still tell they are having sex with the fricken-fracken dead bodies - they are sick beyond belief! The towelhead continues, “We look forward to when we do the. I don't think...." Just shut up and do it. We got to show off the featuresof theunderpants." Danny was shaking so badly he could hardlykeep his balance onthe stool. He spread his slender lightly haired legs. Hisdick and ballsbulged up even more. Mark had also picked up a camera andthe two guysstarted clicking away."Smile at the cameras. Show us you have what it takes tobe a modelinstead of a reform school boy. If you don't get into this,you are uselessto us, and we might as well turn you. She was coming over later so I was going to rehearse my speech but got caught up binge-watching the "Brady Bunch"...oh, that wacky Alice! My Spidey sense began tingling and I heard her struggle up the stairs, lugging her well-stocked toy chest (or WMO's...weapons of mass orgasms). I had no desire to use them on her or me tonight, so I began to stammer like Bob Newhart as I gazed at her and knew we needed music, something soft and soothing. I was undecided between Roy Orbison and Bryan Ferry,.