The daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phase... also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”A little girl and boy are fighting about the differences between the sexes,. Your pussy aching as it is is still being stimulated by the vibrator and sends waves of intense pleasure into your loins. Fear grabs hold of you but it excites you even more. Am I serious, how far will I go? You are afraid but so turned on and the pain coupled with the vibrations is pushing you up and over the edge. You need air and cannot focus to keep your jaw locked down on the rope. It slips free as you try to gasp for air. The weights fall and the sensation on your nipples is the intense. "Of course" he laughed. I thought about it, then decided to stick with the hand job, which both of us were enjoying thoroughly. This was quite enough for me, I decided. I loved anal sex with women, but…I played with him for a long time. I watched, close up, fascinated by this unreal penis and trying different methods with my hands. With the lube, I massaged his enormous glans, from which his pre-cum now leaked freely down lubricating his entire shaft. I moved my second hand down below his balls. .." Marcel was making good money and didn't want to bust things up! Slick looked unhappy, too."Do you want to end up in jail tonight? All four of you?" Otis rasped. "Patty! Simone! Get your asses out of here, NOW!" There was a line for service -- and groans came from it. "You two move them somewhere -- you can tell this bunch where and charge an extra five for the move." Patty and Simone did as they were told -- their conditioning to obey Otis still carried weight."Where?" Slick ranted.Otis.