"Holy fuck baby, your gash is trashed!" William never worried about his wife; he knew she could take pretty much anything and also had the common sens... to set her own limits if necessary.Nevertheless, he exchanged a careful look with his bride, gauging her mood and checking for distress. Gloria looked wiped out. Completely exhausted. But she was also doing nothing to close her legs.In fact, when she saw her husband's gaze shift from her eye's to Mandy's surrogate cock, they widened a. ” Mr. Buchanan took my hand and placed it on his very hard and throbbing cock. “What do you think caused that? We're the only two people in the room, and you've managed to get me hard during this evaluation.”I froze but didn’t pull my hand away. I was afraid for my job and didn’t want to jeopardize it in any way.“You have these boys aroused and hard as a rock, and their imaginations are running wild thinking of touching you, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples. Running their hands. So I went to bed with no new ideas, just a determination to make a difference and still make money. I had all kinds of nightmares, which made it a pretty normal night for me. I never slept really well, though I didn't realize it since I seldom remembered the nightmares. That night they woke me. I had the sensation of choking on a penis. In spite of what men think, women do not love that sensation. Choking is choking. I doubt that anyone would ask a person whose airway just got cleared of a. It was an empty-looking old bottle onthe side of the road. I should have just thrown it away, but for somereason I put it in my garage.That night after everyone else was asleep, I ended up in the garagelooking for a paper towel or something and came across it again. Ipicked up the old bottle and started to clean off the accumulated dirtand grime. I know it sounds cliche, but in a puff of smoke a genieappeared.He was big and blue. He had a tail of smoke leading from the bottleinstead of.