With his other hand, he grasped the base of his still thick but softening organ and he slapped her across the face with the fat, wet shaft twice. Her ...outh opened wide in surprise and he fed his thick Italian sausage past her lips and over her tongue. "Lick me clean, bitch...get it all." Alan watched closely as Tony demonstrated that he knew how to walk that thin line that separates reality and the games they all liked to play so much. The level of pain he inflicted was just enough to show. The show of hands proved me wrong. Ms. Dickens hand remained at her side. ‘That’s ninety-four votes for, three opposed to the estate paying for the water to be turned on. The motion carries,’ Ms. Kindle said. ‘The water comes from a well. It takes electricity to pump it,’ Mr. Hubert offered. I’d forgotten about him. He stepped from the shrubbery and tipped his hat in a happy-to-be-of-service pose. Ms. Kindle cleared her throat. ‘Shall we revisit the electricity question?’ This time, the vote. “Do you do outside work?” I asked “you know, bringing dogs to someone’s home”. “Oh yes” the woman Mona said “we get all sorts of requests”. I thought about that. “All sorts of requests” she said. “Hmm, what sorts of requests” I wondered. You would be surprised at some of the requests we get” she added. I began to think I was on to something. Dog breeding was one thing and not “all sorts”. Then she stunned me. “Maybe I could suggest someone to talk to” she said “Adele would help you out”. I got. Start stroking it. You had already said to yourself nothing sexual is going to happenBut feeling his cock in your hands, the power it held. The thickness, so hard.Getting harder, everything was out the window. You had to.... You needed to taste itYou bend over slightly to come face to face with it. Never in your whole life have you seen one like that before..... In real lifeLet alone have one in your hands. You quickly make his bulging cock head disappear between your wanting and quivering.