.. well, you know. Then we went up stairs and Harry undressed his wife for me,” he told her. “After making sure that I was nice and... ready for h...r, he tucked us up in bed together and went and sat down in the corner of the bedroom.” “Nice and ready?” Karl leant forward. “Made sure that I was nice and hard for his wife,” he whispered. “Hard? How?” Karl smiled as he leant closer. “Do you want me to draw you a picture?” She shook her head. “I... I just can’t imagine anyone doing that.” . “Heck with all that! We carry the load! We want to be the Boss!”The Asshole said, “I’ll SHOW you who’s Boss!” and he shut up tight and just waited.Before too long the Brain couldn’t think, the Hands refused to work, and the Legs felt like overcooked spaghetti. They took a quick vote and said the Asshole could be Boss.This goes to show that if you can’t think, can’t work, and can’t carry the load, but you’re still a Boss, you’re probably an Asshole!“There are a number of mechanical devices which. Not attractive, not professional, but entirely unavoidable. She sighed, the tension leaving her, as I placed my hands on her shoulders, began to paw at her knotted flesh, still damp with sweat. Her breathing slowed. I watched her breasts rise and fall slowly under her t-shirt as relaxation swamped her. She trusted me. She was so used to forcing other bodies to submit to her will, there seemed nothing surprising about my instant command of her. Her skin was warm and soft to my touch. The muscles. He began to thrust faster and faster and then with one hard thrust he stoppedand pulled off me. I was in total bliss, but soon began to feel a hunger likeI have never know. Franco said, "We must feed soon." We got up and washedoff. Franco handed me a corset. I pulled it up to my breast and he began totighten it down. He told me to let out my breath so he could tighten it more.I could barely breath. Then he gave me some bloomers to put on. I loved thefeel of the soft material. Then came the most.