All I knew was that I didn't feel like I was getting as much accomplished as I should, and I was starting to resent having to spend so much time away ...rom most of my family.I managed to find a service that could provide me with four of the data feeds I was used to having. He gave me the name and phone number for someone who he thought might have access to the fifth feed. He also told me he could come out on Wednesday, to set things up for me, but he said I'd need to pay extra for the signal. "I brought breakfast." Michelle explained. He looked round, his unshaved cheeks covered by fair downy hair, his eyes piercingly blue."Well well," he observed "I thought I told Monsieur Gerard what I thought of his goings on so stick the tray down and get out." "I wanted to talk about your composition," Michelle asked diffidently. "And your thoughts on my performance." "What?" Stainforth demanded"La Defloration, I played it last evening, did you approve." Michelle asked hopefully. "You ruined. My cock just outside her wet slit I watched as she grabbed it and rubbed it over her clit. Watching her face was fantastic as she did this. Then she thanked me for the best fuck she had ever had and plunged my cock into her pussy. She was unbelievably wet and I realized that it was probably mostly from the torrent of cum that Howard shot into her and that I was getting seconds from the woman my dog had just fucked. As I looked at her she smiled and knew exactly what I was thinking as she rode. Deciding on a course of action, I delve into my bag and come back with something hidden in my hands. You crane, trying to see what it is, and concealing it quickly in one hand, and give you a light, yet firm, slap on the left breast for, as I tell you, “being nosy.” I tell you to close your eyes and, like a good little slut, you do so. The object I have hidden in my hand is a blindfold, and I gently secure it to your head. Once it’s in place, I give you a light, teasing kiss, my lips barely.