They paused their conversation to give the waitress their order. She wasan attractive brunette, no more than eighteen or nineteen. Is this howyou know... you?re getting old? Stephanie wondered. When everyone whoserves you looks old enough to be one of your children, orgrandchildren??You know, Marty, you make me sound like superwoman or something, but itwasn?t always easy for me. Look at how tough it was for me to quitsmoking.??Tough? But you did it so many times.? He couldn?t suppress a. This time I would go slower. I slowly teased her with my cock, but that was not what she wanted. "Fuck me, I want a good hard fuck, will you give it to me?" She asked. I looked at her; her eyes were heavy with lust as she looked into mine.I kept going with my slow pace and she was going wild under me. She kept bucking her hips against me. I knew it was driving her crazy. She threw her legs around me and held me tightly so I could not move. "You want to play that game?" I didn't know what she. )"You should see him when he's standing. Stand up and give us a twirl, Mark," begged another girl."YEAH!" agreed every girl in the room.Not being a girl, a fact that would have been proudly demonstrated by the way my clothing molded to me if I'd stood, I stayed seated.It took the teacher a little while to settle the girls down to a workable level again. Class started, but all during the lesson there were problems. Not from me though. I was on my absolute best behavior to avoid giving the. My guess is that Jaydecided to use one of these weights for something else. It served Bob right though. You never turn your back on a slave whilethey have access to a potential weapon like that. He's damned lucky hedidn't get killed. Those weights are pretty heavy. Of course, it couldhave been a dozen other things Jay used on him. In Bob's defense, I neverdid give him the whole "house slave proofing" lecture. But then, I reallydidn't give a shit if Uncle Jay killed or captured Bob. .