I was ecstatic to be getting teat and face pics of her now, and happy she was dressed to the nines for me.'Yeah, like five fuggin times.' I said. He... face said she was unsurprisingly puzzled.'Are you saying this is the fifth time you've been here trying to get it?' she asked, not getting it at all.'Well, not exactly. Hey, while I have a moment with you, do you have a second?''Sure,' she said, smiling after a quick glance up and down my frame. 'Just got the tykes off to grammas, so now it's. Unable to stop myself, despite being so sore, I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding his digit back and forth between my folds. He grunted that despite my cunt looking sore, I was obviously still a sex hungry slut and clearly my appetite was not satiated, he had no idea! Demanding I open my legs further, which I obliged without hesitation, he jammed three of his big fingers straight into my fuck hole and proceeded to finger fuck me hard. So hard, his palm made a slapping sound in rapid tempo. "Suck my balls." My tongue immediately darts between lips, my mouth sucking his tight sac. Lips rubbing, stiff tongue licking. "Shit, yes. Lick your Master. My slut." His hand pulls my head back, by my hair. His cock is deep in my throat again. My stomach heaving, clenching as I gag. Yet I want more. I scratch harder, making his thrust deeper, harder. My pussy is throbbing, dripping wet. Oh, god! I cum so hard, gushing. "Oh, fuck, yes, whore. Give me your cum!" I am light headed and weak. Sweat. I really feel odd about your doing my laundry.”“Well, I’ll do chores when we’re married. You said so. That might as well include laundry. It’s a lot for you to carry. So, I’ll do laundry when we’re married. We’re going to be married for this week.” Sometimes, Andy’s statements were convoluted and off the point. Sometimes, though, like right then, he said just the right words.He stripped and made the bed before he went out to do the laundry. The list really didn’t take long. Housework might take.