The bastard had a big one, like Frank. My young wife took the big cock in her hands without being told, stroking it sensuously.“Oh fuck!” Mick exc...aimed, “This is so beautiful.”“Do you like it, Naomi, two men touching you? Two big guys you don’t give a shit about, two guys who just want to use you? You love it, don’t you? You love to be used, and when we’re done with you, you can go back to your lovey-dovey little home, and your lovey-dovey little man. Do you think he knows, Naomi? Do you think. The cleaning woman came in hours after the gym closed, but wasn’t surprised to see Audrey still working out. At fifty, Linda was old, fat, and happy with life. She had shed her hang-ups with husband number two, and was at peace with who she was. She had grown up a black woman in an age when discrimination was still not only acceptable, but just becoming illegal. She got by on hard work, and a good laugh, able to pick herself up and laugh when life knocked her down. Looking at the fine piece of. She probably doesn't even realize she's done it. I make her enjoy my hands work. Her pussy greedily spasms in pleasure. Not an orgasm, rather a surge of pleasure. Her body is betraying her mind. Against her will, she continues to react with pleasure. Her breath is coming out in ragged gasps, breasts heaving in and out. Next to her body, her hands bunch up into fists. Even as her hungry cunt tries to eat my whole hand, Tracy tries to will herself to hate what is being done to her. To not enjoy. I’m sorry, MasterDaddy.” “I’m not mad,” Daddy said, as he slowed his thrusting. “But you are really going to get it,” he said with a mysterious smile, as he slowly pulled out and walked back into the kitchen and into the garage. I watched as he walked, bottomless, into the garage. I lay back on the table and caught my breath as I tried to fathom what Daddy had in store for me. Not cleaning the kitchen floor was bad enough, not asking permission to stand or walk was worse, but cumming without.