They alwaysmade him special, kind of like his was their mascot or something."Oh, Rooney! Look at his toes, girls! How cute!" Beth bent low, put onearm...behind his waist, the other behind his knees and, seeminglyeffortlessly, lifted him up as if he was a bride being carried over thethreshold on her honeymoon, and she held his feet towards the girls fortheir inspection.For his part, Paul, instinctively, threw his arms around her neck to keepfrom falling, let out a high pitched, girlish squeal of. "I know about you and Emily. Over the summer I would see you sneaking into each other's houses most afternoons. One of those afternoons, when you went to her place, I snuck over to the fence and saw you guys by her pool. I watched Emily give you a blow job. She was standing in the pool, you were sitting on the edge, your back towards me, your legs hanging in the water." So you spied on us?" I retorted."Spied is a strong term. I'd say observed. And from what I saw, even from a distance, I was. He is denied all these. All he has is his balls for me to play with as I please. As for me, I orgasm while smelling and sucking his balls, shaking my tits in his face and verbally abusing him – always reminding him that I am the Master in the house. He is the slave and of coarse my vibrator collection. I have especially strong orgasms while listening him beg me to take his cock out and give him a hand job or a blowjob. I haven't let him fuck me for 4 years now. He begs for that too. Sometimes I. But still not satisfied I slid the shirt down so the top was just above my nipples, giving me plenty of eye catching cleavage.Then I grabbed the smallest black mini skirt I owned, stepped into it and slid it up over my hips. My shirt wasn't long enough to cover my stomach and there was a nice view of my stomach and bellybutton. The skirt barely covered my ass cheeks and wearing no panties I knew would be flashing my pussy quite easily all day long. I looked at my outfit in the mirror and saw a.