Then I giggle. “Oh I know what you want to do with it!”I sit up properly, reaching for the dildo, the replica of John’s manhood. I back up, maki...g sure that my torso is on display, but not my head. I place the tip of the dildo against my stomach, then tease the thing up my body, until I can slide it up between my breasts. “That’s what you’d like to do with it, isn’t it? Put your cock in between my oily, slippery, shiny breasts!”In front of me, Mark nods, eyes so full of youthful lust it almost. ..and then out. Shoving in again, holding it there, already surprised to find myself needing to regain control.She couldn't wait. "Fuck me! Fuck your nasty mother!" she screamed at me. I did so, no longer wanting to hold back, driving into her with enough force her butt cheeks rippled with each impact, almost forcing her to collapse face down into the the sink. Her hand releasing her heavy tit's they flailed wildly, grabbing the tops of her hands on the sink counter I meshed my fingers with. I knew I was the luckiest man in town that day. Chrissy is the daughter of one of the most prominent men in town and the man responsible for my new job. Although he and I didn't get along very well (he hated me) He was bound and determined to make sure his lovely daughter was happy. And like I said, Chrissy looked radiant that day. She is a petite blonde, about 5' tall, with a tiny little waist you can almost get your hands around. (but my hands aren't too big anyway) She liked to wear her hair. And since she can?t wait to get spanked, she suggested that we not include heels as clothing tonight. We will all keep our heels on no matter what. The only clothing items that count in tonight?s game are our tops, skirts, and thongs. Three items instead of four. Lose those three, and you?re on the rail. How does this sound?? Naturally, Beth objected. But everyone else agreed. ?Also,? Jacki continued. ?Jenny has suggested that to speed things along, we can?t sell clothes for chips.