Tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this.”“Yes,” exhaled Belinda, barely audible, as she gulped for more air through a mouth wh...ch was too dry to speak.“And do you also like this?” causing Belinda to sharply inhale with a flinch as the creeping flat hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a sharp, firm upward tweak.“Yes,” Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like. About ten minutes later a coach, drawn by a smart team of four bay horses, pulled into the clearing.“Here he is now,” chortled Maddox. “He’s on his way to Hungerford with his wife, and is going to look over what will be his estate when the old earl dies, and Jarvis produces an heir.”“That should be an interesting spectacle,” I said. “It is usually the dam that brings forth the offspring, not the sire.”It was childish response, I know, but anything to take the look of evil joy from off his face,. " I turned to the young stud and asked "Do you have a big dick?" He did not answer immediately. "Why are you hesitating?" I said. "Is it because you have a dick about this long?" I made a about a three inch gesture with my fingers. The other guys at the table started laughing at him. He then stammered that he had a big dick. I turned back to my wife said "Well then, you cock teaser, get up and take him back into the men’s room and fuck his brains out. You deserve each other. I hope he has a. She turned off the TV and got up to take a shower. The shower head had a bad washer or something and dripped. Just one more thing for Martin to take care of one of these days. She washed and dried her hair and then toweled off. She reclined on the bed and picked up the latest issue of Redbook from the bedside stand and wondered why she kept renewing her subscription. She originally took out the subscription for household tip and recipes, but she hardly ever saw any of that anymore. Now it was.