Okay? Is that clear enough?”When Donald slowly nodded, she continued, “And to make it even clearer, it was Claire who begged the Boss for this spe...ial permission. Donald Whitfield, your wife has been going nuts for over 50 years! When she died, you dug a hole for yourself and pulled it in after you. It was exactly like what my Steve did, but, thank God, it didn’t take me 50 years to get him out!”Susie cocked her head, thought for a moment and then nodded her head decisively. “That’s it!” she. When we met in person, I was more than a little bit disappointed. Attractive was a stretch of the imagination and I told him so right off the bat. He acted as if I’d said something to offend him and responded by saying, “Well, no one’s ever told me that I was unattractive.” When I suggested that was because no one had had the occasion to be brutally honest with him, he got visibly pissed off and blurted out, “Well, my mom thinks . . .” and caught himself before he said something that made. She sat herself at the other end of the sofa, facing Tiennie and smiling. "You are in for a rare treat tonight. Johnny is going to massage your back. But this must be kept completely secret; if other people found out about Johnny's magical massages, they would be lining up around the block, waiting for turns. There might even be fights over who gets to go next."Tiennie smiled at this hyperbole. "Then I am one of the very few lucky ones, and I am sworn to secrecy. Even if they torture me, I will. Was she testing me? Taunting me? Can I keep this up? Will I go to jail for**** if she already consented to penetration? My mind is swimming with theendorphins & becoming more insistent each stroke of the silicon cock. Hertiming has picked up slightly, she is not holding as long now, I can feelthe leather pulling & pushing against my swollen clit head. The sensationsthe strap on was causing me led to my body acting on it's own. Before Icould even think of it, I reared my hips backwards & looked.