I’d peeked into Cathy’s bedroom a few times seen her partially undressed and watched on one occasion when she tried to get Bill her husband to per...orm, but he’d come home drunk as usual and was in no state to service her. She obviously needed a good fucking and I was trying to find a way of giving it to her. One day my wife went out early and asked me to pick up some stuff from Cathy sometime that day. I’d seen Bill and Emma go out so thought I’d knock early in the hope she might not be. Then I slid the toy inside of her and turned it on. Bridget immediately started moaning. Walking back to the foot of the bed, I guided Chastity back onto her feet, put my hands on her waist, and brought my lips to hers. She started to moan when I gently pulled on her plump lower lip with my mouth. We kissed for a while, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I gripped Charity’s ass and pulled her into me so she could feel my hard cock through my jeans. Then she got to work pulling off my. Monique is an enigma.Then a contrary thought comes into my mind. If I can’t help speculating about the size of Ty’s penis and picturing Monique wrapping her lips around it, how do I know that privately they aren’t having similar thoughts? Could Ty be mentally undressing her – or me? Might Monique’s austere exterior hide a dormant volcano? How crazy if we are all on the same wavelength and nobody does anything about it.It has been a long day of trying to make sense of the numbers, we are all. "Zack paused, glanced at the nails digging into his wrists, and frowned. "Drop your hands, Renee. Keep them to your side until I say different."They flopped down."Now, tell me. Did Montague use you to suicide himself?" ... he commanded me to- to kill him." Indirectly, her mind admonished. Barely indirectly, at that.Shut up."Okay, okay," said Zack. He beamed, as if her admission was the best news he had heard all day. "Why did he buy you, Renee?"Alarms blared in her head. "He- he just wanted.