"Still happy with your decision?"She smiled too, but looked a little confused. "Decision?" To be my fuck toy," he said.Her smile broadened and she sat...up. "Hell, yes! I have *never* felt that way before. It wasn't a decision. Your fuck toy is what I am, like it or not."Sam indicated his crotch. "Then, get busy, fuck toy."Marcie quickly knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. She'd obviously given head before; she used her tongue well. It only took a couple of minutes before he. I felt it twitch and jerk inside my mouth as I licked the smooth flesh of its head before taking more of it into my mouth. It tasted tangy – probably, I realised, because it had been buried in Miss Sharpe’s snatch not so long ago. Mr Pearson lay down on his back as I sucked and licked.As I sucked, I looked over to where Mick and Miss Sharpe were still engrossed in each other. Mick had stopped licking at her vulva, and was trying to get at her breasts. She was playfully trying to stop. Her pussy was so tight, it gripped my cock and didn't want to let go.I grabbed hold of her waist and started to move her up and down, and she moaned louder. I let her go, allowing her to pick her own pace, and she started riding my cock."Fuck," she moaned, "you're even bigger than I ever imagined."I just grinned and said, "you might want to hold on to something."I grabbed her waist again and slammed my cock home inside her. Her eyes bugged out of her head and she let out a yelp of pleasure. I. She leaves to let her soak and awaits the screams as her brain computes the messages to her nerve endings that the cold has hit her body.Switching on the kettle, she could not help but text Dan. You don't need me, or a thousand pound to make her look good, you need a bloody mortuary beautician she types.Pouring the water into two cups of strong black coffee, she hears the scream and a thud, as the now conscious body scrambles out of the freezing water.Staggering, with the balance and grace of.