Hazel asked, "Master, do you want me to scratch your balls this time?" Not until I ask for it, please. I want to try an experiment. I may have discove...ed how to do it myself, and I want to find out." I pushed in as far as I could and held the position. Okay, ring, do your thing to increase the size of my hard cock.There was a moment of delay, and then Sally squealed in surprise. I was somewhat startled, too, as my cock began to expand both in length and diameter. I was pushed up hard against. Next to her was her husband, my father, Francis Xavier “Frank,” O’Riley. He was several inches taller then his bride and from the looks of him, one powerfully built Mick. His auburn reddish hair and piecing green eyes seemed to pull you to him. Both ladies were of agreeableproportion to their heights and very lovely indeed. Retracing my footsteps to the sofa, I turned on the lamp sitting on the end table, seated myself, and pulled up one of the photo albums on the coffee table. The first. Basically it was an exercise in patience and not making a scene. It was a long, methodical bloodbath. No one got up from the table as I played. Each became somewhat unprofessionally obsessed with taking me to the ... um, cleaners. When I didn't have the cards, I knew it. I was at least a little careful in that I didn't have people just play like idiots. I knew that'd show up on the cameras and questions would get asked. So, I simply made a long string of very, very smart moves."Another $50,000. The momentary loss of stimulation caused you to open your eyes and you lost none of the command. You looked first at Cynthia and then at me and said “well, what are you waiting for”. I got the distinct impression that you couldn’t wait for her to get her tongue back in your slit. I moved around behind and found myself at the perfect height to slip right into her, just as that other fellow not that long before – funny feeling that . . . I began to slowly stroke in and out of her watching her.
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