”“Thanks,” Mrs. Olson replied with a bit of attitude.Bitch!Mark's wife didn't like me very much however I don't think she actually liked anybody...to be honest. I'm sure she knew that Mark fucks me but would never admit it. Without question she had a few guys on the side as well.I hung up the phone as Mark increased his pace again. I knew he was close as his hands gripped tight around my waist. His movements became more erratic as I felt him tense up and shoot his load deep inside me.No orgasm. His music shop wasgoing to expand to two music shops, and he was enjoying teaching thedrums.Their talk became exactly what the weary warrior wanted, his brotherweaving the story of each one of their friends into the tale of who theywere and were becoming. Layne was wondering about poor Jerry. That lostsoul had a special place in Layne's heart. Jerry had so much potentialif he tuned into it, but he just decided to tune out.Layne finally asked Jerome about Jerry.The raconteur, with a spark in. Feels like an old 1911…’ Max thought and slowly grabbed the lighter from beside where his pack of cigarettes was sitting. ‘Only two hunters I know use 1911’s anymore,’ Max thought, striking the lighter. ‘And one of them…’ his thoughts continued and he inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs. ‘Hi there, Maxy,’ said a sultry female voice, the voice’s lips tickling his ear right as the sound tantalized him to the core. ‘Is a real bitch,’ Max’s thoughts finished. Max exhaled thickly, the cloud of his. She knew this, of course, and started teasing me and moving the fake cock away while I tried to reach it with my mouth. "See? I knew you're a little whore.", she said and I felt ashamed.She forced me up and pulled my skirt down to my ankles. She bent me over the table again with my hands and ankles still tied. And then she spanked me again. Even harder than before. She said she is getting bored of my cries and put a ball gag in my mouth. She lowered my thongs to my knees and spread my cheeks so.