I'll cook and clean up -- on my day. And on my day only!"She told Shiggie the same thing. I think.We dug in. She'd even made (frozen) biscuits. All th...s was new to me, and delightful. I was generally a Cheerios guy on days I was too lazy to go out for breakfast."I'm going to spend a couple of hours with Shiggie today, working on some English phrases," Amy said. "If you like, you could sit in for part of it, maybe make some suggestions about things he needs to understand on the field." Teach him. By now his pants were damp with precum. She sat up on the edge of the bed and slowly undid his belt, then his pants. They fell to the floor, and she slid her hand inside his boxers and pulled out the thickest rod she had ever seen.His head was swollen to an enormous size, and his shaft was long and even. She took the sticky member in her had and pressed it against her lips. Slowly she began to circle the head with the tip of her tongue, occasionally sending it into the slit. He bagan to buck. Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently waited for her friend. It wasn't a long wait, a few minutes later she spotted Yolanda coming out of the same side door she had used.Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and stood five foot seven. She had long black hair, which she wore up in a carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which framed a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had a figure that caused admiration in men and envy in women. Pert,. My head hurt so much. Eden brought me something to help ease the pain and stayed with me for a little bit talking. When I was feeling human again, I took another walk around the grounds. Eden escorted me down a different path than I'd taken the day before.It was mid-day, and the jungle was humid. The pain in my head wouldn't go away, and I vowed never to drink that much again. Our conversation drifted back to the bath, and we talked about the pleasure she gave me. I told her Mistress Christine.