Freed from the restraint of the bit, Christabel was ready to feed indeed."Time for the next course," Yancey chuckled.He tapped the throbbing crown of ...is King Kong dingdong.Then could not resist hanging his banger for a few more ruts in Belladonna's bum."Ngh. Eaugh. Unh."Yancey next yanked his twanger from between Belladonna's buns. Dingdong gleaming, teeming with the dense blood of erection.He waved his kingly scepter by the corona.Ogle-eyed Christabel's maw at work.Mincing. It had to be at least 8 inches long and as fat as a Louisville Slugger. He just got to churning that big bat in and out of my wife's nasty-whore cunt. "Oh fuck. He's so good. Jesus, you're so BIIGGGGG! Oh, god, Bryan, he knows how to fuck!" As he started pounding deeper with her urgings, she looked up at me and laughed. "He's so fucking much bigger than you, you little piece of shit. He knows how to fuck. Watch him get me off, you worthless fuck. Pull that cock out of me and let the little boy. They went to some of their male admirers on the football team and asked them if they'd give Bridget a fucking scare that she'd never forget. They wanted the guys to get Bridget by herself one night and give her an experience that would teach her to never talk down anyone else ever again. What ended up happening that Friday night was far more than what her female enemies had planned, but in the end, the results were the same.The scenario was laid out and on a Friday night, the trap on Bridget. Masters sat in his big padded leather swivel chair at his big polished walnut desk. A clipboard lay in his lap, and he looked over the pages, studying the applications and reports. He would consign most of them to the staff, but a few he would personally check out. Like this one, he thought, looking at one of the applications. Hmm, Shellie Wright, twenty-four years of age, married, auburn hair, green eyes, five foot six, hundred and twenty-five; husband found to be sterile; wants a baby, not by.