Wanton or what?“Goddammit, Jeanie, I need to concentrate on the job at hand,” I snapped but she giggled and carried on flaunting her curves. And, ...ow, how her clothes clung to her body. My jaw dropped at the tightness of the top barely covering her breasts. I guessed she was at least a 34C and her perkiness was literally outstanding. Her blonde hair was almost waist length and, in my lusty thoughts, I wanted to grasp a fistful of those golden locks and pound her hard from behind.My eyes nearly. The fun thing about smoking weed is that when you see someone going for it, you know they want to get fucked up and fuck.Went back inside and turned up the music. Clothes flew off and we crashed on the leather sofa in the studio. She sat me down and got on her knees in front of me and started sucking me.........like fucking fantastic! Then I push her off and start sucking her big titties and kissing her, stood her up and sat her on the sofa with me in front. I got down and started eating her. .and then she would dispose of him! Dolly and Teddy were quite enough to keep them all amused when he departed. The girls would have to learn that new toys would come and go, as she decided to keep the toy room entertaining and fresh. The cages in the cellars would be where he ended up, so that she could indulge her own amusements without upsetting her delicate daughters. Her attention focussed back on Amy and she was gratified that teddy seemed unable to resist the delicious fusion of anguish. My job was to dodge them. It reminded me of the dodge ball we used to play in gym class, with those red rubber balls that stung when they caught you wrong. Soon he decreased the projectiles to what I would have described as grapefruit size, increasing the frequency and speed."Oow!" I cried. "That stung!" as one hit the back of my bare leg. But the old one acted as if he hadn't heard me, as the balls of energy grew smaller, and again increased in frequency. The next one to hit me stung like.