You see Joannie, I have a vagina and, for all intents and purposes, you have one too, for your dick is officially out of the picture for a couple of m...ore years. I would like you to memorize this book by next Saturday. I know this won't be easy, so to make it a little easier for you I am giving you the week off from your chores. All you will be required to do is obviously keep up your appearance and to go tanning. And in addition to this I want you to take off work this Friday. Is all this. Finally someone spoke, "Well I hope you will excuse the way we brought you here, we didn't think you would have come if we had asked."Still with the hood on, "What the hell is going on? Please, why have you done this? Who are you?" Well, aren't you full of questions. Well, you're gong to be our guest for some time, so I guess I could tell you I'm Mr. DaVenchi. I've been having trouble with a friend of yours and some real estate that I'm interested in. Now that friend is going to have to work. She was calling me all sorts of names and asking me if I liked undressing for her and wearing a collar like a fucking dog. She made me sit up, crawl around the room and then called me like a dog to come to her. She moved to the edge of the sofa, spread her legs and told me to kiss her pussy. I did it wrong. I wasn't supposed to use my tongue yet, I was supposed just supposed to kiss it, but I didn't know that until she grabbed that collar and yanked my face to hers. Yes, it fucking hurt, but it. Grabbing the sides of Sam's naturally tanned face her fingertips brushed his short dark hair, flecked with specks of grey far too premature for a man his age. As their tongues danced, her thumbs brushed his neatly trimmed goatee with matching grey flecks. He had such a bad-boy look with his goatee and eyes afire but she knew the real Sam. The passion for things in him was great but so was his devotion and love. From the day they met he was passionate for her and she knew it. Day to day life had.