With one arm around my neck she looked into my eyes. She held my gaze for a long time before handing me a square package with a bow on top."I hope thi... is the right size," she said, adjusting her position to give me space to open the package. She had to hang on as I bounced her vigorously on my knees. I stopped when I saw Sylvia out of the corner of my eye and realized I had not thanked her properly."Thank you, Sylvia. They fit perfectly. I'll wear them for special occasions." Can I count on. What a scary adventure it was for the two of them, signing the twenty-year mortgage on the dotted line to build their new home. This was the only house they ever owned. Now thirty years later, the mortgage long paid off, his castle seemed more like a prison, Jennifer living in town, two sons in Cleveland, and she was gone. He didn’t have much of an appetite that night, ignoring Jennifer’s home cooking which she loving supplied. Instead he ate left over cold meat, cheese and crackers. After. The bag was plastic, but tied securely. ?Pet training rooms?? Candi nodded. ?Yes. All of the girls go through pet training, starting with just an hour when they are fourteen, up to most of the day by the time they reach eighteen, unless of course they are working for the Foot Ranch.? Esme, still wrapped up in the hedonistic pleasure of the table smiled lazily. ?And what’s involved with that?? she asked. Candi grinned. ?The Pet Training? Well, I thought we’d show you.? . We all were enjoying the closeness we now shared. First Jenny then Kat would lean in and kiss my neck or chest. Then I felt a hand resting on my thigh, just below the opening of my shorts. More kisses were delivered and I returned them when ever a precious face was close enough.Both the girls slid further down along my body until they had their knees were on the floor in front of me. Their faces resting on my hips and their hands resting on my hard cock. The blanket discarded. My breathing was.