He always makes sure to choose places with long table cloths, so I can slip under to find my “dropped napkin” and unzip his pants for a few minute... of me sucking on his cock or his balls. I’ve been day dreaming about my Master, huddled on the cold floor of his bathroom. Leashed to his toilet, feeling horny, abandoned, and loved. I lean my head back, and close my eyes for a few minutes, rubbing my thighs together, to help alleviate the need building in my snatch. I didn’t hear the door open, but. Mike didn?t say yes, but he didn?t say no, so I sauntered over to thephone. I was rubbing my nipples like the whore that I am while I dialeddown to the lobby. 15 minutes later, Steven the concierge was poundingme from behind in unison with Mike?s frontal assault.I know this is all part of my long-term plan for sissy Shawna, but damndo I love it when two men take me from both ends.Anther glass of drugged win later and Mike was putty in my hands."Wouldn?t you like to help turn your roommate into. "No one can MAKE me have children!" Phyllis shuddered; the whole idea was anathema to her! When she was young, love and sex held some interest -- but love had passed her by, and sex -- the few forays she'd had into THAT had been HORRIBLE! No, no children for Phyllis! "Elliott is a dear -- he'll take care of us. I'll talk to him -- he'll see sense." Elliott was so malleable ... If she'd ever wanted a husband, Phyllis was certain she could have talked Elliott into it. He was so reasonable...June. The chickens were blocking her, and she laughed and patiently worked her way around them. She chuckled when they tried to feed right out of her bucket. She even started to pet a couple of them as they became more friendly. It was the best entertainment that Rory had witnessed for some time.Next, they used Four’s bucket to collect the eggs. Rory allowed Four to gather most of them. They took the eggs inside, washed the shells off for looks, put them in containers, and stacked the containers in.