Shepard. I haven’t seen you since the day you got me blown up. But it was nice of you to call and check on me. I don’t have your toy at the moment... but if you wait here, I can get it for you. It might take me fifteen minutes or so. That is, if I haven’t forgotten the combination.”“Jeff and I will wait here, by the way is that an ambulance in the driveway?” she asked.“So it is,” I said. I went outside to open the back door of the ambulance and swing to the side. Then I enter inside it. A couple. In the Victorian Era fig leaves were placed on statues and even paintings to cover up the male genitals. The nude female figure, on the other hand, was considered the essence of human pulchritude and smooth shaven yoni were on display in public galleries with nary a sniff of prudishness from the Christian Ladies Guild or Church of England elders. Woman equaled beauty, man equaled shame. Freudians, for instance, thought the male phallus was just too powerful a figure for the weak willed women of. So just how far did that little bitch twist you around her arse?’ ‘I believe I have negotiated a breakthrough. She’s agreed to reconsider.’ Marianne sighted and scratched an armpit. ‘Oh yeah, that’s progress,’ she said sarcastically. ‘Lock the door and let’s screw. You know a hot argument always leaves me horny.’ David pulled off his jacket and placed it on bedroom sofa. His wife already was down to her bra and panties. He undid his tie and as he placed it over his jacket Marianne called. She reached out and grabbed his dick, causing him to let go. Taylor felt Karlie's weight shift on her lap as the model jerked the guy's cock hard.“How does this make you feel, Taylor?”, Karlie teasingly asked with a grin, “How does it make you feel seeing my hand wrapped around a cock? Does it sting a bit?”The model stood up, but only to get down on her knees at once. She inched closer to the man and let go of his penis. Heavily it dangled right above her beautiful face. Karlie kept eye-contact.