"Bad coordination! I have exercises for that! Here, here, no! No pushups like that! Here, THIS iss a pushup! Only halfway, you see? Never all the way!... There! You see? Kapeesh?" What kind of food your Italian mother makes for you?" he asked later as I struggled into my clothes with no air in my lungs and no strength in my limbs. "Bread? Huh? Pasta?" I told him, yes, a lot of bread and breaded foods, pasta, salads with oil and vinegar, cakes and pies, pancakes, cereals. "Aha!" he screamed, "And. Within an hour she was driving towards the downtown area of Kansas City to complete her obligations.Mrs. Jackson walked in and sat down in the front row in the City Union Mission dining hall but her mind wasn’t focused on why she was there. She had volunteered weeks ago but now she wished she was at home, laying naked on her bed and frantically fucking herself. Her body wanted to be filled with a cock more than ever. She was counting down the days until her husband returned home and she could. Cindy had always been attracted to girls for as long as she could remember, and Mandy excepted this but liked hanging with boys. Mandy also knew Cindy had tried to have her and always wonder if maybe this would be an escape from the norm. As they kissed Cindy massaged Mandy’s breast and this was a turn on for Mandy. Soon she had forgotten Roger and his puny manhood that had done nothing for her. Denver could be fun she thought. The next few weeks went fast. They had graduated from high school. ‘Tonight. Or the offer is past its sell by date.’ The phone clicked into silence. Becky’s heart was beating so fast it threatened to burst through her chest. The enormity of Kessen’s take-it-or-leave-it declaration seeped into her mind. Recollections of the Dutchman’s cock as he titfucked her filled her mind. They were replaced by images of the overweight millionaire fucking her. She began to sweat at the thought. Her legs widened. Her fingers began to move again. Harder, faster. She couldn’t.