After all, you started them. I took that as an invitation to ‘play’ with you, and all that implies.’ ‘Well, just go ahead and clear the table ...if you can. Stop playing with my head.’ ‘I fully intend to stop playing with your head and start playing with something else.’ She stared, open-mouthed, at him. He hadn’t even looked at her. As he lined up his next shot, he said, ‘I intend to play with someone who’s actually good at pool next time. Why,’ the clack of balls, the soft rumble of rolling, the. After it was all over and I regained my equilibrium, I kissed Brad so-long, changed clothes, and exited the truck. The feeling was one of “What happened?” in that there was no time to really savor the experience, talk, recover, or anything else; just fuck and go. While there was certainly something exciting about it all, it was also fundamentally unsatisfying. It also had an air of unreality about it. I went back to work, ran into the bathroom, and cleaned up as best I could, then returned to. "Seems like someone is enjoying themselves a little", he said with a bit of a laugh. "I am daddy. It feels so good", I said while moaning. He started sliding hus fingers in deeper and faster. "Tell me how much of a slut you are and you like to have your ass stretched out baby", he said. "I love you stretching my ass daddy. Please don't stop. It feels so good baby", I said as his fingers were working in and out of my hole quickly. Then out if nowhere my real desires took over. I stood up. Breakfast was healthy. Fortunately I quite like muesli (as long as it’s not from the health-food shop and I can have sugar with it) and I have no problem with bananas or juice. I was allowed a cup of real coffee.Katryn rolled up as we were sitting at the kitchen table.“Coffee?” she asked.“Hang on, and I’ll make some more,” I said.“No,” Wendy contradicted, “I’ll make some more. Just enough for Kate. Besides, I make better coffee.”Katryn laughed. “She’s got you pussy-whipped already!”I had to.