I scoured my hands then the Internet for the newest innovations: from dildos and vibes to butt plugs seemingly the size of a Mini Cooper. Plus a delux... hand sanitizer/ lube to keep it fun and germ-free. I named my budding enterprise "Jill in a Box." After placing an ad in the Village Voice I sat back and waited for orders to pour in like fan mail to Brad Pitt. It instead trickled like fan mail to Zasu Pitts (paging IMDB ap).I did eventually get my first party request in Queens. So I packed up. When she notices this she grips it hard and pulls him down onto her chest. He sits there with his massive dick running up in between her tits onto her face where she starts to lick the tip and sides. Its too big to fit far down her throat but she does the best she can. She pushes her tits together as he starts to slide up and down her body. She licks and sucks frantically trying to get him to cum one more time. The Satyr gets off of her and turns her over and tells her to get her on her hands. In the old days the factory had been a farmer cooperative exchange. If the river reached over the foundations there would have been a lot of merchandise ruined.They opened the door and went inside. Eddie remembered the way to Bart's office, so they didn't bother to call out. They just went on back.Bart (looking up concerned): What can I do for you two, so early on a Monday morning?Eddie: It's really what you can do for Rose Seabold, I think.Bart: Well, there is nothing I wouldn't do for Rose,. Over and over I pull them, tightening them, feeling the lace sliding over my clit. Massaging it, stretching it then relaxing. The lace sliding over my entrance, the lace feeling so good, slightly itching me, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. My whimpers of, please, please, please slide over my lips, my eyes partially closing, losing myself in the oncoming orgasm.Faster and faster I pull then loosen my panties over my bald cunt, my fingernails sliding over my exposed lips and mound, my.