” “Mr. Magic Dick, huh?” I said, chuckling dismissively back at him. “What’s so fucking special about you?” “Why don’t you ask Han...i? Either that or just listen to her when she cums all over it. Mr. Magic Dick, you damn right,” he said, just as my back hit the wall. He was cornering me. “You saw it for yourself. What, you think a big black dildo is a good substitute? A strap on? Don’t make me laugh, bitch. Without the man and the muscle behind it, its just plastic.” I stared at him, unable. "Well, I'm sure I know what came over Mr. diCosta," Sam said.Looking a little confused, Angie said "What do you mean?"Sam shrugged. "I mean, you're one sexy lady, Mrs. diCosta," he said."That's sweet of you to say," Angie said. "And call me Angie." Just a fact, Angie," Sam said. "Don't you think so, Gina?"Gina looked Angie over critically. "Well, you are very pretty," she said. "You look good in that nightgown. Where did it come from? I've never seen it before." Roberto gave it to me for my. Let’s do." "chris and I were heading down the highway and I mentioned that there were a lot of trucks that afternoon." I told my story...***"I bet they can see into every car they pass" I said to chris as they drove east on the Black Horse Pike."They probably get to see a lot of flasmys." chris answered. "Think I should flash them?" I asked."I bet you won’t." Chris said to me. "What do you bet?" I asked him, reaching over and rubbing my palm over the groin of his shorts covered pants. I. She rubbed her hands over me tugging gently on my ballsand nipples. I knew from yesterday that I should continue my chores whileshe played with me, but it was so hard to concentrate on what I was doingwith the vibrator stimulating my prostate and Cassia sensuously gropingme. Several times I had to stop to catch myself and probably could've cumif my excited cock wasn't so uncomfortable inside my cage. I knew thatwould be a bad idea, though. Gradually her ministrations grew moreaggressive and she.