Would you like her to verify the commitment I made on her behalf?" No. I just wondered if you were getting an agent's cut from her work?" No, no agent...s cut, just the pleasure of her company."Looking like I'd lit her up with her welding torch, Agnes said, "You did what?" You heard me. Did I screw up?" No! Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It's been a dream of mine for years to show in New York City. What gallery?"I showed her Pound's business card."Joseph's Gallery! You're kidding." Is that good or bad.". I pulled out slightly and then pushed back in again repeatedly, each time going a little deeper. I knew she could take the whole thing. Slowly I went deeper and deeper until the complete dildo was buried inside her. She was moaning and muttering, trying not to cum. Good girl, she had remembered my rule, not to cum without permission. I could feel her tension rise as she fought her desire. I started to fuck her, slowly at first but getting faster. She was almost screaming with. Then TT slid one hand down to her pussy and rubbed through spare pubic hair. “One of us is overdressed. Let me help.” She came close again and started unbuttoning Dora’s blouse, then she stood her up, stripping her to her panties. She pressed her face to the obviously wet crotch of the blue panties and inhaled deeply, brushing her nose against Dora’s clit. She felt the older woman convulse slightly. “Go open the door and tell Chris to remain downstairs.” Dora did so, but when she almost. What sticks out, and barely I might add, couldn’t satisfy a woman, or even stretch a cat’s asshole. Whatever made you think this little boy cock could ever beat this?”“Speaking of beatings,” I said grabbing his hair, “Your prize for this little competition is a cock-beating, courtesy of a dick that weighs over a pound when hard.”*SPLAT* my first blow left a streak of slimy saliva and sperm across his now red cheek*WHUD* his head snapped back as the base of my cock coated the bridge of his.