.She was getting near to the end.He was in ecstasy...with a huge smile on his face as his wife moved...Forwards then backwards...Forward then backward.....Again...and again...Her heart was pounding now...Her face was flushed...She moaned...softly at first, then began to groan louder...Finally...totally exhausted...she let out a piercing scream...“OK, OK, you smug bastard,I can’t parallel park. You do it!”“Okay class. Now I’m going to say a famous quote, and the first person to tell me who said. It was a fact that her rear door regions were fully functional virgin territory unlike her feminine folds that had experimented with various sized penises to determine the depth and stretching limitations of her vaginal assets. In all honesty, Sylvia would be the first to admit that her lips and mouth were the primary entryway for all things masculine because she didn’t associate such foolishness with “actual sex” in any manner whatsoever.Sylvia had used her flexible and extremely cooperative. Further discreet examination showed the same scar on the other two boys. Susan asked, "Naomi, I notice that all three boys have the same kind of scar on their scalp. Can you tell me what caused that?" Oh, that. That's just the scar from their operation to make sure that they follow orders. After all, they are only to be used as breeders, so they do not need any initiative. Without the operation, they are willful boys who will grow up to be willful men. All of our males have that operation. Big Prick visited the fortune teller he kept on retainer to try to gain some insight into increasing his business. The fortune teller was no fool, so she refrained from telling Big Prick the real reason for his lack of success. Instead, she suggested that he change his business model. Instead of remaining in the gambling business, except as a cover for his other business interest, she suggested that Big Prick start a protection racket. He already had a staff of "bouncers" that would fit right.