This was going to be fun.Once at the house, I opened every window to air it out. It was a beautiful early spring day, cool and crisp and sunny. I cut ...he lamb into cubes and began the day-long marinating process, then rolled up my sleeves and cleaned the place for three solid hours. After a light lunch (I think I've finally lost that five pounds), I went down to the porch swing that Ben hung from the limb of the big oak and finished the Mary Roberts Rinehart book. What a marvelous mystery! You. ” I moaned, stunned.His cock stopped pistoning in and out of my ass. Punctuating each syllable by slapping my ass he asked “Who’s…little…bitch…are…you?”Understanding, I moaned “Oh god, your, yours, please fuck me, fuck me hard and deep.” I whimpered forcing my hips backwards, tryig to get his cock deep into my ass again.He backed off causing me to moan “Beg for it, whore.” He said cruelly.“Yes anything please fuck my ass!! Fuck it anyway you want. Anytime, anywhere, just please fuck my ass!! I. It's ok I said, I can see your are stressed and tired, but I can make you relax. I got behind him and started to massage his shoulders and slowly went down his back and his chest till I finally touch his cock, it was still in his pants, but I could feel that it was getting harder.I got in front of him and kneeled down, I took his hands and placed them on the armrest of the chair. Slowly I unzipped his pants and he didn't make a sound or complaint, I got his cock out and it was getting harder, I. My finger never got interrupted and I pushed it in, curling the tip forward towards me, feeling the little walnut of his prostate. I pressed a bit. My mouth reaped the reward, precum flowing freely into my mouth, the salty stickiness delicious, waking up my taste buds. I tongued the bottom of his cock, letting the fluids ooze out of his cock and down my throat. I pulled him in further, trying to become one with him, my finger pulling him too, pulling him into my mouth. He couldn't help but.