You, me, and the marriage bed have an appointment, but with the clear understanding that I’m hardly the faithful sort. Then again, your first husban... was a bugger, your second preferred torture to coupling, and your third was a sweet, pliable lad who shared your favors with me and your own brother, among others. Marriage by the book was never in the cards for you,” I proposed my own kind of marriage to Margaery Tyrell now.“You just want me for my castle!” Margaery teased me as I smacked her. His blue eyes sparkled as I pressed the menu back into the voluptuous waitress’s hands. She smiled. It was vacuous, the sort of heaving, faked effort that illuminated the chunk of three hours old gum that swirled turgidly around her mouth like dirty laundry at an aging launderette.She probably thought I was his daughter, but only after first disregarding us as hooker and John. I didn’t blame her for that - it was way past two a.m. and here’s a guy in his fifties taking a girl in her teens to a. (He wasn't as long as Charlie's Uncle Harry, Horse Dick Harry, but just as huge.) Joey and John snatched the covers from me and forced me to my stomach, I begged them 'I can't take nothing that big on my stomach, you'll tear me apart,' John said 'you're not only gonna take it in your ass like this but anyway we want you to get it, got it.' Joey mounted me, with the man juice John had already shot up my butt Joey had little resistance entering my bruised butt, with no rubber on his massive man. Remind me to give you a raise when we get some work," he was finally able to say. As she rose from the desk she looked like a cat that had just finished a bowl of cream. She wiped his cum from the corners of her mouth and straightened her tight fitting skirt. She glanced at him and said in a nonchalant tone, "Looks like I'm the one that gave you the raise."She shuffled back to the outer office and sat back down at her desk.Al buttoned up his pants and ran his hand through his dark hair. He.