Her skirt was at her waist and the contrast between her nylons and smooth white skin was offset by the dark hair between her legs, I could see where h...r juice had left a shiny trail down the inner thigh and felt the need to lick it off, she pushed me back and as she straddled my hips she told me not to worry about protection because when Nisha was born the doctor had ensured that she would have no more at her request.I felt the soft silky hair brush against the top of my dick as she shifted it. Finically one of the men held a massive dildo in front of me. He pointed out the threads on the end and told me that they are going the put it on a fucking machine. I was told it is going to fuck me while I suck all 20 of the dancers off. Do you want the ring removed so you can suck better or not. Yes yes off course yes. Out came the ring and in came the cocks. The fucking machine put me in a trance and I milked mouthfuls of cum from all 20"of those cocks. The machine never stopped. My clitty. " It's OUR home, Dan. Would you WANT to?"I could see where Cindy was. In her short life, the places she'd lived had never been scenes of comfort and happiness, up until she moved in OUR trailer. Home. It WAS, to Cindy."Sweetie," I said, "Insurance might say it's totaled."Why did I think, for even a brief moment, that this little thing hadn't already gone up the road to answering her own questions."I talked to Mizz Helen. And Mister Charlie. He says he knows that there are people who specialize. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said. "It's six o'clock on Valentine's Day and I haven't done a fucking thing. Diane is going to kill me."So his mind began to work through the list he had just heard. Fancy dinners — he could do that. So Roger went back inside and took the elevator up to his office. Flipping open his rolodex he started calling restaurants."Sorry sir, but we are booked solid for the evening," the voices all seemed to tell him. "This IS Valentine's Day sir. We've been booked for well over.