Like in slow motion he put his hands behind his back and crossed his wrists. We went up to him. My finger slipped into his pre-moistened hole; I'd say...it was sucked in, actually. As I fingered him he moaned like a bitch in heat, and Bruce grabbed him around the neck. He forced Mike's ear back to his mouth."Back for a refill of cream up your ass? Hum?"I got a second finger up there, real tight, all the way to my palm, and twisted. Mike Davenport's breath caught in his throat; his hands caressed. They agreed on a class C and after many hours of research on the internet, they went one early evening to look at them. They went to a town that was much larger than the small one near their house. They went to a number of different lots and looked at a number of models, then got a motel room for the day. The next afternoon they began to get ready. Sam had learned from her first experience with Amy buying her car, how the use of her feminine charms was very effective on salesmen. The two women. He was trapped. He had no way to survive for the next four months without his wife's help. If he didn't agree, he didn't know what to do. He felt tears begin to sting his eyes. He was crying! He didn't cry. Even when he lost big, he always accepted his defeats. Now he was crying like. . . like a. . .woman! George put his hands to his face and sobbed out loud. Linda was moved by his tears but she did not go to him. He had some hard lessons to learn. She was going to have to be tough on him if he. Most of the time if I am loaned out, it is in the late evening but whatever. I know T, and I know he has a roommate but I didn’t ask if he was involved or invited. It didn’t matter, for 4 hours I belonged to him and would have to do who, what, when, where and how I was told. I arrived at his door shortly before 10, which meant he had me until 2. I knocked, was told to come in, and as soon as the door shut I was pushed to the floor and the question of the roommate was answered. Almost.