Mr. Giannelli and Grandpa seemed to hit it off, chatting for a bit about South East Asia and the South Pacific.We were ordering our dinners, when I he...rd the bells on the front door tinkle followed by a distinctive laugh that could have only been Arden Anderson. Arden had a distinctive laugh that sounded like what I imagine a mastodon coughing up a hairball would sound like. Really. Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but it was rather unique. I looked over to the door, and there were Arden, Freddie,. . fuck-me shoes . . ." The mental image made me wild. I stepped between her legs and took her. Her ass had been opened by the shoes and fingers but only the first inch or so was slick and wet. I reamed her anyway, forced myself down her unlubed guts. I slapped her ass with one hand and pushed deeper into her."Open it up! Take it, whore!" I yelled and slapped her stinging ass again even harder. She braced herself on her hands. "Go ahead, motherfucker!!" she sobbed. "**** my slutty ass, you. Monique’s mouth was opened and she was breathing heavily, her eyes were fixed on the flogger in my hand as again I brought the tails down again lightly on her pulsing mound. “Are you ready to scream for me slave?” I taunted her with the flogger, gently grazing her pussy with the beaded ends of the leather. With brutal suddenness I snatched the flogger up, then whipped it hard down on Monique’s mound. Instantly her piercing cries echoed in the bedroom. Again and again I. "Brian helped get me a job," he said, adding, "Thank you, Man."We talked about various subjects, such as the baseball game we'd attended the evening before, and the article Ms. Adams was planning to publish on Uncle Mackey, and at the end of the evening, Paige only had one question for me."What was the toast about?" she asked after our guests had left. We were making a half-hearted attempt to put the kitchen in order, both anxious to go upstairs and undress each other."He asked me to go with.