Not sure if that makes a difference. And how much would you pay me?’ I immediately responded: ‘Great, I’m glad you’re into that and I hope you... enjoy it! At least I’ll love giving it to you! And it’s okay if the bottom of your feet are rough, as long as they’re clean! How does $40 for an hour sound? And if I’m happy with our first session, I’ll consider paying for you to get a pedicure and having you over once or twice a week. Let me know!’ When I got home from work, I had a new message from. Oh my god was all she could say as he moved up between her legs. she spread her legs as wide as she could, grabbed hold of his cock with her right hand and spread her pussy lips with her left. she gasped as the head of his cock slid into her open, wet pussy, rolling her eyes back and maoning over and over again, "oh fuck". He started to push his cock deeper, pulled back, pushed maybe half way in, again he pulled out to the tip. this time he thrust hard into her pussy, barly getting 3/4 into her. "Ah, horse dung!" Amra swore doing a rapid about face and heading backthe way he had come. Ten more guardsmen poured through the entrance tothe courtyard he had just vacated, with others storming the otherentrances. Amra was surrounded. A tiny crossbow bolt clipped the stone at his feet. He looked up. Almosthalf of the guards were armed with tiny little crossbows that weretrained upon his chest. "Yeild!" a guard ordered.Amra grinned with the mirth of a wolf. He might be surrounded but he wasnot. Sammy had been petting the back of Hercules’ neck when I asked her a crazy question. When she stepped back she must have grabbed hold of his collar because he moved away from me. I looked around and found both Sammy and Hercules together. I was about to complain when I noticed a worried look on Sammy’s face.I walked over to her and said, “I’m so sorry if I offended you with that question. I hope you don’t hate me for asking.”Slowly she responded, “Do you ... What...” Sammy thought for a moment..