The first message asked him to please call cardholder services at some 800 number or other. Mitch half listened with irritation. If that was the bill ...e was thinking of, he was only a week late. Sort of impatient, aren’t they? ‘Tuesday, 10:19 A.M.,’ intoned the electronic voice that inserted itself at the end of each message. ‘Hey, baby. It’s Wendy.’ Huh? Mitch snapped to attention. The voice now coming out of his machine was somewhat low, breathy, and definitely female. Mitch’s mind. Oh it felt so wonderful as he jack hammered it home in rapid deep powerful thrusts. Ernie groaned like a wounded bear as he got his nuts off good! I could feel his cockhead throbbing over and over again deep up inside of me. Once done, I removed his rubber and tied it into a knot just below its top ring. Then after kissing and properly cleaning it off with my tongue and lips, Ernie left me to go home to his wife and family. Once alone, I brought out my toy cock and gave myself another good 1/2. All evening, Miss Jones found ways to tease Sir while knowing her place. She was suggestive with her food, gently sucked a Julienne slice of raw carrot, licked gravy juice from a spoon. She saw Sir being aroused, amused and annoyed all at once. She knew she would incur consequences later. The car park was dark, the bonnet parked facing a wall. Suddenly Sir took Miss Jones by the hand, pushed her onto the bonnet and ripped her panties down. 'Slut, you were taunting me all evening. Lesson three. .He was always a big guy, I've seen the old photos that confirm he always had a large chest and gut and he really loved others like himself because of all the fun places to grab and squeeze. It was when he fell in love with an equally horny girl that they bonded over cock and pussy sharing...Throughout the hippie years they had plenty of wild sex but slowed down when they had k**s...Now if ever you find yourself on the recieving end of true criticism careful what you ask..."Oh so you have.