I could hear the liquid sloshing around, doing it's thing inhis intestines. Suddenly he lurched and grabbed his abdomen. The cramps hadstarted. I held...his hand with all my womanly strength and whispered in hisear: "Just three minutes more, cutie!"His grip on my hand became more desperate. It was time for his release. Ashe clutched his abdomen with both hands, I helped him up off the bed andguided him into the bathroom and allowed him to sit on the throne and heexpelled the man gunk he had in. Susan had outfittedher little "sister" in a dressy version of her usual teen-agesexpot attire. The buxom little redhead wore a pink sequinedmini-dress with a diagonal-cut hem: It started at knee- length onher left side and rose to stocking-tops (revealing a hint ofgarter) on the left. Along the outside of the left leg herspecially made pink stockings had an inscription, running fromthe thigh to the ankle: "Cockteaser." She also wore six-inchpink pumps. Like me, Tammy was only a part-time. Its sterile white fluorescent lights were just bordering unpleasant, and it didn’t get many customers, but it was mine all the same. Still, I was rethinking the idea of the store. Was it odd to have a twenty-four-hour butcher shop?“Hey Tony,” I said as I entered.The rotund and gruff fifty-year-old Italian behind the counter tipped his chin up at me. “Evening, Miss R. What’ll it be?”“Four racks of lamb, with mint on the side,” I announced, and he nodded as I passed him by and went directly to. Please,” she stammered unsure what he intended.She was looking around desperate for help but followed him passively, still holding his hand as if taking an evening stroll in the park.But Mandy couldn’t worry about her friends anymore. She had pressing problems of her own. On her back the nasty cons hand deep up inside her Mandy's tried to get herself free. But it was useless. The man’s hand was twisting, his cock banging with fury up her rear. His wrist was pulling out long enough to stretch.