Upright on his knees, he moved between her widespread legs, and fisted his fat prong. No foreplay was necessary. She was hot and slick, he was rigidly...hard. He swiped the bulbous head through her folds in preparation. He had only been inside her pussy once before, a brief plunge during her enema. This time, he intended to take his time and enjoy her.Slowly, so very slowly, he began to press into her hot, greasy pussy.Slave had only had three prior lovers, and one of them was a quick, clumsy. He spent his entire adult life climbing the corporate ladder and he couldn't let his career fail now. Patrick sat down and opened the parcel. Inside were several dozen documents that he needed to be up to date on by the meeting the next day. He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on them. Partly because of the worry gnawing at the back of his mind, and partly due to having to fight down each attempted transformation. Finally, he threw down the document and leaned back in the chair. Why. Jen would not look at me and stared at the ground. Then Grammy stepped in front of Millie and said, “We have decided that instead of you, Jen, entertaining us as you normally do, we thought we could just watch the two of you.” Millie had stepped up behind Grammy and was doing something and then suddenly Grammy’s dress slid forward over her shoulders and down her arms! She caught it and carefully stepped out of it before turning to Millie, who raised her hair out of the way so that Grammy could. All I wanted was to feel him push and pull his fingers. "Dammit woman, I want to see them. Take them out or I will stop." My attention turned to the word "stop" and I knew I would die if he did so I pulled my top up and opened my front clasp bra. Thank God for whoever made these by the way. My breasts weren't too big but they weren't small either. A bit more than a handle full for most men but I knew with Professor Fraser's hands they would be a perfect fit. I took a minute to think of how.