I made you have to stroke your pecker for like five seconds to make yourself shoot." It was my birthday, so it was supposed to be special." Well, when...was the last time you came on my jugs? I don't remember, and I'm guessing you don't either. So, let me make it up to you, you may today and every single birthday you have for the rest of our lives, cum on my hooters, fair enough?" How do I know you'll live up to it?" Well, maybe I'll ask you to do something for me to make us even, so I have to. I could wake her up in a nice way. She was gone! ‘Damn’ I muttered under my breath as I wondered where she would be. Meanwhile, Sally awoke and discovered herself alone. From her mind and viewpoint it was quite different that from Barney’s… As I awoke I slowly began to look around. I soon realized that this place was really plush. It was obvious that no crab fisherman owned this palace. If this guy was a fisherman he owned a fleet of fishing boats. I heard the shower running and. I was thinking of shooting my jizz into her panties when coming home from a walk in the park.This was definitely much, much better.Coming home I had to throw my jeans into the laundry basket again. But Sheila's panties was just hung to dry. I was far from finished with them. I had new plans for them.A few days later I met Sheila as she was going out and I was coming home. 'Hi!''Hi,' she replied.'I was wondering, do you have time for a walk in the park, maybe down to the lake?''Not now, how. But the mystery remained. Every man who had visited her mansion, for whatever reason, for the last six months had not returned. One man had gone to wash her windows, another to deliver registered mail. There had also been a personal trainer she’d hired, a documentary filmmaker wanting to make a movie about rich women and two Mormons. These were only the ones who could be confirmed as visitors to her mansion. Many other men had also disappeared on the island during that time, and naturally it.