I walked over to my wet bar, poured myself a vodka and tonic, sat down on the couch, and drank it in about five sips. It felt good to relax. I kicked ...ff my shoes and unwittingly closed my eyes for what seemed to be only a brief moment. In fact, I had fallen asleep.At about 3:30 p.m., my phone woke me with a tone alert that someone had entered the house. I opened my eyes, reacted like Pavlov’s dog to the bell, and reached to my cell phone lying next to me on the couch.I looked at the screen and. I want you to masturbate on each of them. do this in a single day. lucky the weekend is coming. my owner often has me do seven in one session. but you can take a day if you need to enjoy each and every pic. and for each i want you to report how you did it, how wet you got, what you thought of as you looked at my pic. i want you to whisper my name "jewels" at every orgasm. that is seven whispers. this would be physically challenging for some women but for an oversexed bitch like you, should be a. I was just informing Ben—I mean Mr. Birnbaum that you were looking to transfer. But your stories don’t match up as well as I’d like them to. He claims you’re doing fine with the material. There might just be some crossed signals. I was looking for you two to schedule a meeting. Maybe figure out what the problem is?’ I could see her trying to find an excuse, and I hoped she did since I’d spent the last ten minutes trying to think of one myself. I’d spent the last few minutes trying to convince. None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson’s bush. We were having a lot of fun looking at these women. Then Steve stuck his finger in Mrs. Wilson’s pussy. He moved it around and pulled it out and smelled it, we all smelled it. It smelled great! We all had super boners now and to this day I can believe these women never woke up. Bill then stuck his finger in Mrs..