Then again, a chance like this doesn't come very often.Time stood still all evening. I fixed myself something to eat, and watched some more television... In the country there's not much to do anyway, and with mom being busy all the time, I was used to fending for myself. Hell, I enjoyed the time alone - I didn't have to feel like someone was watching my every move. Finally 11:00 came, and I knew mom would be home soon. At least I figured, although being drunk never played a part in her schedule. ...wow what an evening.my bestfriend(female)got in contact after 7yrs..it was so nice to catch up,but i had also been beging yesterdays date to come around and fuck my brains out after yesterdays lovely foreplay.mmmmmm all day i had been thinking about his cock and him telling me what he wanted to do to me.they basically arrived ten mins apart,we all chatted and he sat opposite me with this grin on his face.he wanted it and so did i..we all got on very well he was just so relaxed and so. I continued to spank her and pound into her asshole. Her screams of pain quickly turned into screams of ecstasy. “You ready to cum slave?” I yelled. “Yes, master, can I cum?” she begged. “You may cum, slave,” I said. As soon as she started to cum, I picked up her by her ass cheeks and bounced her up and down on my dick as hard as I could. She screamed and wrecked on me as her pussy juices flooded my cock and dripped out on to my balls. “Ahhh oh fucking god, master, you’re so good, I cant stop. Others might have asked to use the house telephone, but, of course, others do not suffer my predicament. It is quite inconvenient, at times, to be rich and famous. One such nuisance is that everyone watches me and hangs upon my every word. To make a telephone call on the house telephone would have drawn attention, and busybodies would have eavesdropped, even if doing so meant that they had to leave their tables and pretend to visit the powder room or to attend to some other immediate and.