Oh, mighty Zebul, your brides revere you.Our cunts are yours.Fill us with your cum;Do with us what you will.Cram your mighty cock in our hungry cunts,...Our willing cunts, Our open cunts, Out hot cunts.Without your powerful phallus we are incomplete, We are less than worms in the sand.Your seed makes us complete.Fill us with your cum, Your potent cum.We give you our cunts, Our eager cunts.Our thirsty cunts.Do with us what you will.Oh, magnificent Zebul, we live only to serve you.Without your. The bound position I was in made me look like I was deliberately thrusting my breasts at him. He looked like he wanted to touch them but he wasn't bold enough to ask and I wasn't brazen enough to invite him. Instead, he paused to think and then asked if I had a spare key.The delivery guy couldn't contain his laughter when I told him 'yes, there's a spare' but 'no, I don't know what basket it's hidden in.' I blushed like the fool he obviously thought I was. He just stood there shaking his head. ’ I said. ‘And maybe because the FBI investigation was getting close to her.’ ‘If that was the case,’ said Martin, ‘none of them said anything to me about it… while I’ve been the liaison between them and you.’ ‘Okay…’ I said, ‘Martin… have you been up all night working on this?’ ‘Yes sir.’ said Nash. ‘I appreciate the effort you’re putting into it,’ I said, ‘but right now I want you to go home and get some sleep. This is neither going to disappear nor solve itself in the next few hours. Go.’. As we drove there I was driving, and I felt her hand on my left thigh. My cock was well awake. Once we arrived at her place she dissappeared into her room as she states, 'I need to change. Make yourself a drink, and turn on the set."I did as she requested, making her a drink also. I returned to the couch, and she soon returned. What I was was mouth watering. A mature midle aged red head woman in a very red silk negligie that barely reached below her waist line. Her thighs were milky white, and.