That’s part of the reason for my call. That slab of meat hanging on him is all I can think about. I want him again but I don’t think he’s going ...o make the next move and I don’t have his number.”“Well, I have it right here. Ready to write?”*****Betty dialed Bill’s number. “Hello.” His voice husky from sleep. “Hi Bill. I’m sorry to wake you.”“OH, hi Betty. It’s okay. I need to get up anyway.” He yawned and stretched. “So, what’s up?”“I thought that maybe if you weren’t busy today you might like. Andy, honey, are you up to it?”I shook my head.“I didn’t think you were. You’re too gentle. Give me the paddle. Ladies, it’s pay time. Drop your jeans and panties, on the double. Jill, over my knee. Pronto.”Jill and Ariadne now got what they deserved. In fact, I think Xenia was a bit too harsh on them, but I didn’t dare interfere. Later, Xenia drove us home, humming contentedly. Evening had fallen, and justice had been done. I sat in the back of the car, with my arms around Ariadne and Jill.. At the same time, Pete sucked hard at its twin, taking the entire aureola deep into the warm moistness of his mouth, and his hand, too, was busy as it smoothed down over the white plane of her belly to the soft blonde hair of her pubic mound, his extended middle finger searching for and finding the fleshly folds of her pussy, then going down into it straight to the hardened bud of her fully erect clitoris.His touch down there was like an electric probe. Her breath was quickly indrawn, muffled. They each pulled a third string, which allowed the bottoms that they were wearing a second before to drop to the floor. Both were clean-shaven, making it impossible for Mike to determine whether their hair was natural or dyed. All he knew was that they were both exquisite.“Well what are you waiting for? Strip!” They commanded in unison.For the next three hours Mike was ... muscle fucked. There was no other way to put it. These two amazon beauties simply used and abused his body in astounding.