" I'm so sorry, Steven." I said, feeling his other hand spank my other ass cheek."Mmm, whatever am I going to do now? I could leave, since it's not my...shift tonight..." Please fuck me, Steven." I told the table.He yanked me upright by my hair ."What was that?" "I've always wanted you, Steven. Even during the showers. Please fuck me."And then he dropped me again."Please?" I asked him again.He rammed home inside me. "OH FUCK YES!!!" I cried out. His hands appeared at my chest, nippletwitching my. This wasn't a lot of stuff. It was a whole shitload of stuff, all corresponding to a total lack of consideration and respect for me, my desires, my wishes, and me in general. A little of that? No problem. We can work through that. I talked to her about it, and she kept hen pecking me. Oh, and she wanted me to stop selling at flea markets.Some guys can take that. I can't. I don't sit around telling my woman how to live. I expect my woman to not go around telling me how the fuck to live. Is that. The sensitive area on his hips and belly was ripe for teasing with light kisses and nibbles, and the ever so light brush of her breasts across his belly and dick and balls would make his body scream for release, but the pressing and squeezing, and trying to get to the other side that always consumed his desire would not be possible. He was bound and at her mercy. By the time she started concentrating on his hips, and belly, and dick, his dick would be so stiff and throbbing, it would be hard to. The wife stops. “why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?” The husband shrugs. “why not, it worked for your ass, didn´t it?” :cumbuddy:Grandma loves orangesA young teenaged girl was a prostitute and, for obvious reasons, kept it a secret from her grandma. One day, the police raided a brothel and arrested a group of prostitutes, including the young girl. The prostitutes were instructed to line up in a straight line on.