I finished my sandwich and cola and went to the kitchen with my plate and empty can.I returned to the room and sat on the opposite end of the sofa fro... Rita. She looked at me and smiled her eyes returning back to the magazine. I wondered what the fascination was about magazines today until I looked out and was reminded it was raining. What else was there to do?I began watching Rita's expressions, as she read, and I could tell when she was enjoying the paragraph. I watched for a long while and. She can collect dead cockroaches and put them in your sock drawer. Anyhow, Frau Schwartzentruver was happy that she didn’t have to mop up senior citizen’s drool after bingo night, because none of them showed up, but her mood changed when she had to remove all ninety-five theses. Nails work well on wooden doors, but they don’t work too well on stone, so Brother Martin had hung them up his reports with glue, and Frau Schwartzentruver had to spend a whole night getting the glue and pieces of paper. Vying for her attention was the young Alfred Hugh Whitney. He was so enamored by Charlotte’s beauty, that he ceased to use common sense, where she was concerned. After an evening spent with Charlotte, he would leave with the worst case of blue balls imaginable.Alfred’s lust for this young beauty knew no bounds, he had to have her. But Charlotte refused to have carnal relations with him, which drove him crazy and his ardor to extreme levels.Madam Fifi charged her clients high fees for the escort. This excited Thunder as he landed on the ground. When Ashley looked backwards, she saw something growing. It was of course, Thunders cock coming out of its sheath. When Ashley saw the size of it, she began to struggle to try and escape. However Thunder wanted to make Ashley his bitch, and he wanted to make sure Ashley knew it. When Thunder started bucking his back legs, his cock got closer to Ashley's pussy. And the rope kept sliding down, making Ashley get closer to Thunders cock. In quick.