This time, I had her on her knees and I would mount her from behind, fuck her till I almost came, then scurry around and sit in front of her with my s...iff prick pointing up at her chin. She never hesitated to suck me clean, and really seemed to enjoy tasting the products of our unspeakable acts. What I remember most was the sight of her chubby ass jiggling as I pounded into her from behind, and the way her big tits swayed beneath her as we fucked, then bounced and rubbed on my nuts while. ” “Listen—while I’m there, no beer. I mean it. No beer. You can have it out in the car or whatever, but not while I’m in the house. No joke.” “Oh—all right. I guess we can do that.” “Underage drinking?” asked Monica. “You have a problem with that?” “Well, it’s illegal for one thing. I’m 18. I’m a legal adult, so I can dance. But I can’t drink and neither can you.” “Okay, I’ll tell the guys. Tim’s going to be out of town December 26 and we were thinking of having it the next day.” “Listen—no one. That and the hounds, of course." The hounds, Sir?" We use pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds. I believe I own more of them than anyone else in the world, by a very large margin. We need them for the sort of country we have, and the quarry is a slave, usually female." Expensive, using slaves, Sir?" Oh, we don't literally kill them, at least not often. The dogs certainly don't damage them. The 'kill' is the hunters taking their turn with the slave on a couch, sexually or with their riding crops. Of. I oozed the look of a slut in heat. I grabbed my purse, lubeand keys and left for the adult bookstore.I got there and it was packed. I looked around a bit, bending overperiodically so the guys could get a good look. Caught a few staringwith big bulges.My eyes met with an Adonis of a man. He was 6-2, 200lbs and built. Hisdark hair wavy and tanned. He had the biggest bulge of all. I gave hima wink and caressed one of the fattest dildoes in the shop. He smiledand winked back then gave a twitch of.