Robbi wondered how many times she had came, already. She parted from Rick, and ran up the stairs, returning with the jar of Vaseline. This would SOREL... be needed in a short time. She tapped Billy on the shoulder, and got his attention. He pulled away from Cathy, and she took a large finger full of the greasy stuff, and coated his dick for him, then he raised Cathy's legs and she applied more to her anus, running her finger inside as far as she could. Rick was watching, and smiling. He knee. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is. ” I tugged hard on her nipple rings making her groan as she turned her head back to me again. I clamped my mouth down on hers and kissed her, driving my tongue between her lips.Monique continued to grind her hips against my body, working my dick deep in her sopping pussy.“I'm your dirty little slut Master, thank you for cumming in my pussy.” Monique grabbed for my hands and put them on her breasts.“Pinch this slut's nipples Master, please!” Monique let out a sharp bleat as I tugged hard on her. ‘It happens to be the truth. I get a phone call one day from the home office, they say ‘use Paul Bayard in quicklime’. So I use him. I make it a point not to argue with the home office.’ ‘All right, Desmond,’ I said. ‘Thanks for nothing.’ ‘Any time, sweetheart,’ he said cheerfully. ‘And don’t be a stranger.’ We hung up. Just as I was about to dial the home office of amalgamated industries (located, appropriately enough, in Cleveland) the phone rang. It was Katy. ‘My god,’ she said, ‘I’ve been.