Love was standing in the doorway in her full length fox fur and red high heels. "Go get a shower you filthy slave,I put out something for you to wear...you have ten minutes,don't make me wait. I made it back just in time wearing the satin cock and balls fitting thong and the fur hand and ankle cuffs and fur collar she'd put out for me."Bring the Pino Gregio and a glass and pour me a drink slave" When I'd done that she said"On your knees,good,now here are the rules.One..you will address me. He was playing with it as we were watching porn and he was getting all hot and asked me if I wanted to touch it . I was excited and nervous at the same time and said no and he put away his cock. fast forward 9 years we went camping and he was sl**ping next to me and out tent was small and there were a lot of people in the tent so we were laying on our side at night I could feel his hard cock on my back I wanted to reach over and touch it and feel it on my hand. then one day we were at a bar and. You should have seen that sight.”“Here they are. Slowing down right by me. The blonde is on top again. Shit! She waved at me. All of them waved and that slut brunette blew me a kiss. The guy’s cock is still in the blonde. I can see her slit with his cock in it. Damn! There they go.”“This is Woolly Bugger. I see them coming. They’re with me. Oh, man. The blonde has her eyes closed. Her back is arched. What a smile. Lord, lord, lord. The brunette has her feet up on the dash. She is fingering. So on the fateful day of March 1, 1826, when a fur trader wanted to move $2,000 dollars worth of mink and beaver skins to the coast, and offered half the profit to anyone who could go where Angels feared to tread, Fred rushed in. Soon, piled high, with his team all eagerly jingling their tiny bells, and wearing their hats with holes in the tops for their crests, Fred Smith set out over the one thousand miles of ice, with sunlight scintillating, birds straining, dreams floating, and.