“Oh my God!” Xiuhan hitched.“You gotta finger me too,” Jo ordered.“Try-Oh! Oh!”“Try harder!” Jo pleaded.Her pleas led to no avail. Xiu...han covered her own mouth as she came once again. Ron didn’t wait. He skewered Jo mid-frustration.“Thank you!” Jo huffed.“Thank me back,” Ron demanded.Jo hurried. Their skin slapped in sweat amplified whaps. He tugged her hair. She made up her lost ground lightning fast. Xiuhan grabbed her clit and lips and put the work she had been slacking on back in.“Oh!” Jo. And there was no doubt in his mind but what Stan Wilson's luscious little honeypot would be a wildcat in bed! Of course, there was always the chance that the old shoe salesman didn't know the first thing about getting the most out of her, which was usually the trouble with those Greek- god types, and maybe that was why she liked to get out in the yard and do her thing for him in that goddamned tantalizing bikini of hers.In his lifetime, he'd never seen a doll squirm and squat into such hot-nuts. Wendy and Phil had been friends since childhood and had discovered their shared love of dominance and submission early on. Phil thought about his friends arrival when the dog trotted up and placed his head on his new master’s lap. “Ok boy, let’s get some food.” Phil said, petting his head. After a quick microwave meal, Phil was about to watch some tv when he heard a knock at the door. The dog whimpered and ran to another room. Mumbling a few choice curses, he wheeled through the house and. I repeated it until my throat was sorefrom talking. That afternoon before I was allowed to get up from thechair I must have done an acceptable job cause she let me get up to goto the bathroom, and by then my bladder was killing me. She wouldn't letme even get up to use the facilities until I had everything downperfect. I was one grateful person.When I got back she got me to start making dinner. Now, I'd had classesand was a damn good cook. I wasn't a five-star chef no, but I couldserve in a.