"Okay, lets." I guessed she might invite me to come to her house for a meal, maybe with some other players. Lady Bountiful feeding the masses was what...my mind entertained."What do you like?" she asked. "Chinese, French, Tex-Mex, what?" Me," I said, surprised, "oh, Italian I suppose." Good, me too," she purred. "There's a nice place over on Connecticut Avenue, near the Zoo, Angelo's, Northern Italian mostly, a good wine list they say; a friend of mine told me about it." She gave me the address.. He stands, his cock still implanted in my cunt, and carries me to the bed. Without letting go of his hold on me, he rolls onto his back. Says he loves the way I ride him, and the way my breasts bounce. How about another ride. Neil doesn’t have to ask twice, besides his cock is already in me. We’re just picking up where we left off. This position is a little different for me, I know I can’t take all 12 inches of him, so I take shorter strokes, than building rhythm when I’m sure I’ve got it. I miss my master when he’s gone you see! Even though at times he can be stern with me, I know he hates to leave me, I know he adores me. “People should always care for their pets responsibly” he whispers sometimes as he’s brushing my long mane of silky hair, he conditions it weekly! “Pets need grooming and a fuss, ‘and’ to be played with” he adds as if that part is obvious but needed to be stated. He does make a fuss of me for sure, all his spare time is spent playing with me and sometimes. I should have, of course. By then again, I’ve known Maria since way back when she was a girlie teenager. I was a friend of her father, Bruno, a rather jolly but also a stupid man – stupid in that slow, tiresome way. He was something of a house tyrant in his family, that guarded his women, wife Ilse, and daughter Maria, as a hawk because he knew only too well who I was and all about my dangerous penis.Maria grew up to become this dark haired beauty with big brown eyes and a shiny smile. She had.