"May I leave the table, sir?"He took another sip of the soup. Swallowed. "No."He could nearly feel her anger." ... when may I leave the table?" she as...ed. "Sir." When I choose to grant you permission." He resumed his meal.She shoved away, clearly deciding she had had enough. She had barely taken one step when Claude utilized the conditioning software that had been packaged with the syn.She screamed and collapsed to the ground. He waited for three seconds as her limbs twitched violently, trying. He came deep inside me and told me that he loved me and I thanked him.“Now that you have the tub,” I said, “I’ll be over more,” and I really do hope to play with him again.~~~~~~~~~Thanksgiving Week is never fun but my man has been hosting for twenty-four years. Cleaning and preparing for guests, mostly vanilla, isn’t my idea of fun at all but Vinny (mentioned in a previous journal entry) responded late to the invitation and asked to stay over. I was overjoyed and my husband even said, “He's. My hubby used to fuck me in the ass every week and now this bastard would find it a bit stretched and used to a good size…I thought this guy’s dick would be even thicker than my husband’s; so I braced myself just in case for a brutal anal invasion…I knew this stranger would not stop if I screamed for mercy; he would excite even more and would fuck me harder for sure.He seemed to guess my thoughts, since he whispered again:“Little bitch is shivering… she would be excited or scared of me?”I then. Her finger still rested between the fleshy folds of hot desire and she could feel her opening expanding. It was as if her vagina was going to speak syllables. In a way, it was speaking. She declared that she could literally feel her moist sexual lips part and say something as she moved her finger back up to her clit. That is when the feelings of climax hit her. As her finger touched her hot erect pink clit, the jolt of release thumped inside her. Her breathing began to deepen and get heavier as.