?How?d it go?? she whispered.?Oh, I?m sorry, Liv. I didn?t mean to wake you.??You didn?t. I?ve been listening for you. How was your first Saturdaynigh... waiting tables???It was fine. Actually, I kind of enjoyed it. I liked interacting withthe people, I didn?t have any problem keeping the orders straight, thekitchen was on top of everything, no complaints, and I made over fourhundred dollars in tips. All in all, a really good night.?Olivia rolled over and looked at the dark silhouette of her. Then I placed all his weight on my back and forced my torso down on the box again. I was scared to death about what that tool would do to me, and I was sure it would rip me apart if he forced it into my pussy.I started sobbing from fear and shame, and I could feel tears running down my cheeks as the dog started poking for my hole. But as the dog started poking for my hole, he pushed his cock along my pussy and my clitoris several times, and my body reacted I reflex on the treatment. Still. She lived in a large, two story, anti-bellum style house in one of Atlanta's upscale suburbs. It sat on nearly four acres of well tended land and included a multi-car garage, pool, and tennis court.Even though Sandy was smart, attractive, and friendly, she was still single. She frequently complained to her friends about her dates. She claimed most of the men she dated acted more like the bankers or stock brokers they were rather than real, take charge, men. Her dates usually ended more like. OH FUCK YEAH! I moaned and began to move my hips to his urgent thrusts, Fuck me, fuck me hard you fat bastard!, both my feet, in their black high heels, were over one of his shoulders, his hands cupping my young backside as he shoved his thick cock in and out of my willing pussy. There were people staring in through every available window, I could hear the quite chatter as they watched my young lithe body being man handled. The thin guy by my head now moved around and offered his cock to my.