I asked my friends and Wen, and they’ve never had turkey either.”“It’s one of those American things. Speaking of those kinds of things, should...we celebrate Lucia on the 13th?”“That would be fun! Kara would be a perfect Lucia! She’s tall and blonde, which is what you always see. Do you think she would do it?”“All you can do is ask! But we might not want to do the lighted candles on her wreath! That would be a recipe for disaster!” I laughed. “Speaking of recipes, do you have a recipe for. ..a mere twenty minutes at most, still sweaty and reeking of the carnage; that was probably the most mind blowing erotic pipe lay of my entire life! I knew I had the perfume of her short tight velvet skirt, white thigh high stockings and that cashmere sweater; painted all over me... reading like some big downtown sign that says "one -eight hundred fuck! I could see our house... oh please don't let her car be there?! oh, please god!What a relief! She's not home! I hurried and punched in my code. ’ ‘Oh, okay,’ I grinned, thinking nothing about it, as Lucy suddenly appeared beside her mother, ‘Hi there, Lucy.’ ‘Hello handsome,’ she sweetly replied, taking my hand as she came to stand beside me, ‘I wanted Michael to drive me like I told you on the phone.’ ‘I can see that,’ her mother knowingly smiled, as her daughter openly took my hand, interlacing our fingers together, ‘Oh, I called Michael’s Mom to let her know that you would be riding with him, and you’ve been invited to stay for. When they were finished she was covered in their cum."Enough of this; my dogs have been waiting long enough," the dog man said as he told the film crew to release her from the chair.Mandi fell to the floor as the last strap was removed from her body. She tried to stand but her legs were too weak and she kept falling back to the floor."Don't bother trying to stand," she heard dog man say to her. I want you on your hands and knees. Do you understand bitch?" he said to her."Yes Master," Mandi.