I need loving sex from a man who is not joining with a busty beautiful blond body, but with the person inside that package. And that man is my boyfrie...d. He is not handsome or rugged or even have the biggest penis I get regularly. He just loves me to pieces.I work part-time at the office but am also on call every other day for a 24-hour shift. That can be inconvenient. Night before last my boyfriend and I had just gotten down to some overdue loving. I’d entertained a crude and insensitive. Her first thought was to walk out again, but somehow she felt the need to browse, so she stayed. Walking past the tables and shelves she saw nothing of interest until she came upon a clay figurine. About eleven centimetres high, she found it revolting. The head was without features and for the most part was covered by what looked like a tight fitting cap. Virtually neck-less, from its chest huge breasts hung down to vast hips, and behind great buttocks protruded. There was the gaping hole of. ”“So, where do you think we should store them, hmm?”She blinked and thought. “In my hands, perhaps?”“No, I don’t think so. Try again.”She paused, “On my head?”“To remind you how dirty you are? Good idea, and you’re getting warmer, but not quite.”“Not…not in…in my mouth.”“Ah! Now there’s a wonderful idea! We would certainly be able to find them then, wouldn’t we, cunt?”“Y…yes, Master.”I stepped back, bent over and picked them up, then rolled them so that the damp patch was on the outside, turned. After a few minutes of broken silence, Wayne asked, “Do you need a Coke or something, Cuda?”“Yeah, that would be great, Wayne. Thanks.”“I’ll bring it to you, Mike,” Ms. Katie said as she pushed herself away from the kitchen island to grab my drink from the fridge.After taking the cold can from Katie, I took a swig and then gently put the cold can up against Lisa’s forehead. “Cold. Feels good,” was all she softly said as she snuggled tighter to my body.“Have a drink, Bricky,” I softly said as I.