"Who's my bitch?" She asked looking into my eyes, with a seriousness."I am Queen. I am yours"She licked most of my cum off her hand. "Mmmmmmm..." She ...groaned as she tasted it. "I may have to keep you around with cum this tasty." Thank you my Queen... The pleasure was all mine, I assure you..." I said back.Without a word, Tamara got up and walked to the other room."Shower time, bitch. You coming? Or did I fry your circuits just a bit too much?"My circuits were fried for sure, but I made my way. You WANT it to end there!”“Do you want the same order as last week?” she huffed.“I do, thank you.”She left the table and I took out my copy of The Economist and began reading. I knew what she wanted. She knew what she wanted. And she knew I knew. And that’s what made the game fun. The only real question was, in the end, did I want to have some serious fun with her, instead of just verbal jousting. She was ‘girl-next-door’ cute, with curly blonde hair, and blue eyes. By her accent, I’d guess she. They talked for over an hour before Jennifer finally fell asleep. She spent the rest of the week watching the television intently as Dave played in the Masters. She growled at the television when Dave wasn't playing well and she jumped up and down cheering when Dave pulled ahead of Tiger on the next-to-last hole. She called Phil Mickelson terrible names when he made the winning shot on the last hole and she cursed Dave's ball for not dropping in the hole on the final green. Shelly thought she. 07.06 Lisa, Plant, Clitoris to Penis:The Plant's 'throat' that was molded over her throbbing clitoris started to ripple and undulate over the sensitive surface. She felt an expanding firmness grip the organ and a whole new set of sensations flooded her sex. The pressure and sensations increased and Lisa sensed that something was happening 'down there' but she could only think about the ripples of pleasure that were washing across her loins.As Lisa's clitoris lengthened and thickened, the HD.