Her feet started pedalling once again, desperately working on shrinking the fuck-stick to a more manageable size. She was almost there, only one more ...tep to tame her hugely distracting, bouncing balls of flesh. Wendy sighed and prepared for the final part of her plan. She once again raised her body and stopped the pedaling. Her shaking body desperately tried to cope with the growing shaft and the awful vibrations. She wondered just how banged-up and sore her pussy would be after this. Upon arrival home that day, Irene was waiting for him and suggested hehad a shower before lunch, to rid himself of the sweat he had workedup on the course. She accompanied him to their bathroom and gave hima gel to rub all over himself before showering. The fact that shehelped him lent him to believe that the previous day's trouble wasover and forgotten, especially when she kept him talking before heshowered. He thought nothing of it when she removed the clothes hehad been wearing from where. On your knees."I sat there. I didn't know what to do."I'm losing patience, Matthew. Either get on your knees now, or, you can go watch television for all I care."She's seen me with that Guide. 'Well, of course she'd seen you. You were sitting across the table from her an hour ago.' I berated myself.I went down to my knees at her feet. Though I remembered to keep eye contact with her."Go ahead. Both of us, Matthew. We both know you want to." Her eyes were different. Better. I wanted to spend the. But we had prepared for that. The two men continued talking for a bit, Artie did not notice me pull out a needle from my father’s pants pocket. My father eventually stopped and told Artie that he should be leaving. He stood up and walked towards the door, Artie followed. As the two men stood by the closed front door, I snuck up behind Artie and jabbed the needle in his neck. He turned around and gasped, but it didn’t take long for the d**g to completely knock him out. This was part 3 of the.