?Thirty percent.? The slave boy muttered quietly, his voice still rasping and dry. The only time the boy was allowed to speak was when he spoke with d...elivery men, telling them how much tip he was allowed to give. The man nodded, taking the extra from the wallet. Looking down at the boy knelt before him, the Chinese delivery man dropped the wallet into the bag of food, and carefully, taking care not to burst the bag, hooked the handles behind the boy’s lower teeth, pressing the slave’s lips. His orgasm was just as hard as the first one, though he produced less sperm. This sperm, though, was thicker and even more packed with sperm than his first wild spew.If there was an egg handy, Buffy would indeed bear Clint his first son. Time would tell. For now she just cuddled up in his strong arms, feeling very safe and happy.Marge Sorenson sat in a booth at the very back of a little place called "Silk Stockings". It was a business started by a woman named Kristen, who got tired of her. The sound of her juices was now audible and I pounded harder and faster. Then suddenly her pussy muscles contracted and squeezed tightly around my shaft as she orgasmed. Pussy juice flowed over my dick and out of her lips dripping onto the floor. I was thrilled that I had made her orgasm and I was not far off cumming myself but there was one last thing I wanted first. I slid my dick out of her soaked pussy as Nicky continued to moan in post-orgasm pleasure. My dick twitched as if to protest at. I used it all one summer and I never looked at myself at school because I didn't like how I looked." You mean to tell me you actually think your ugly?" Not any more." Connie, you're ... let's ask the boys."She picked up the intercom and said, "James, John, Art, Al, Charlie, Chester. Your presence is requested in the galley ... now!"And, of course the girls, Rose, Rosalie, Bethany, Barbara, Angela, and Angel didn't want to miss out on anything the boys were getting ... especially from the galley.