But the address wasn’t a restaurant, it was a tenement building and ironically the apartment number was 69.when I got there and rang the bell, inste...d of Chyna answering, her friend Solacious answered and I got an instant hard-on remembering Chyna telling me how she wanted to watch me fuck Solacious’ big beautiful ass.After dinner and a few drinks, Chyna, Solacious, and myself posed for a few selfies before I went to the restroom. when I came back into the living room, they were quite cozy. I got a bunch of stuff to get straightened out. I will call you around 10,” Odin said. Odin turned on the shower and stepped inside. Alessandra was about to walk out the door by the time he got out. They said their farewells. Odin did indeed have a lot to do. He had to find 12 dirty old men to fuck his young wife. He would have to vet them. Would they be able to get hard? Are they clean? Are they single? Senior center? McDonald's? Should he pay them? Feed them? Decisions. He lucked out. He. She was in good shape, her long blond hair wasn't badly roughed up, you kept her clean which made all the difference and after years of service she still suited certain urges well, still nice and tight with perky bouncing breasts, she had even learned to cooperate a little because she knew a happy master made a safe slave. You had given her little clothes, a two baggy t-shirts that had plenty of stains and a pair of panties. In many ways you had grown fond of her and you sensed that she. I looked directly at him, openly and without blinking, and smiled slightly. I liked the blueness of his eyes. He looked back for a moment and then turned away to look elsewhere. I repeated this little game with him several more times over the next half-hour or so, always pulling his attention to me and then letting it go after a moment. I could tell that he was becoming uncomfortable, and it wasn’t just because of my obvious come-on. He was clearly used to being dominant, and deep down inside.