'OK now take my boots off me and pull off my pants!', Rasto was the boss as he spoke abruptly to Mick. Mick nervously obliged Rasto who looked down wa...ting for it to happen.It was brill seeing that huge monster fat dick swaying now upwards above Mick at work on the Bulls Boots...mm.At last Mick had finished and Rasto kicked our clothes with his big feet out of the way, then took me in his hands and picked me up, like a bride being carried over the threshold on here wedding night. Up I went in. "Lizzie ... do any of these guys give you orgasms?"Lizzie's look went from confusion to disbelief ... not because of what Nate had asked, but because she did not know how to answer him."Mr. S... ," she began, "Um ... maybe? I ... I really don't know." Are you serious, Lizzie? You're not just messing around with me, are you?" Mr. S., I swear ... I don't know. Is that possible? Is it possible that I don't know?" Wow," Nate replied. "I guess. I guess it's possible. But I think that might mean...". I waited about fifteen minutes after going to my room and then went to Kay's. I knocked softly and then went in."Hi, Rob, I was waiting, kind of expecting you." She was sitting in bed propped up on the pillows. "I visited your room last night so I figured you might come to me this evening." I told you you're smart. Anyway, I wanted to check with you, privately, to see if you're really okay with the Christmas dinner thing. It still isn't too late to make some arrangements." Really, I'm okay with. Having acquired enough fiscal freedom in his lifetime to fulfill his fetishes and fantasies afforded Donald the time, finances, and opportunity to pack a bag, make a deposit online, and purchase an airline ticket for The Big Easy. Sweltering, sticky, and steamy, the oppressive heat of Louisiana was more than a colorful, descriptive alliteration for dramatic effect from a Mark Twain novel. From the moment he emerged from the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, Donald started.