It was normal for Francis to get frisky by day 10 or 11, but what was getting the realtor so worked up? Patrick shrugged. – It must be something in ...the air.- The sound of a chain saw outside rescued Patrick from his predicament. The realtor rolled her eyes. ‘I told him to work on the path today, not the pruning. Running gas powered tools isn’t legal on Sundays. I better yell at the gardener before someone calls the cops on us. Feel free to get acquainted with the master suite until I finish. I was in shock, I was stripped naked but I also loved it, my cock began throbbing and was as hard as it could get, resting between my tits gripped by tentacles.I didn't know what was going to happen next, suddenly more tentacles appeared, gripping my legs they spread them wide, my pussy underneath my huge cock spread wide, soaking now, I was breathing so heavily, I was so horny and loved being controlled. Suddenly a huge tentacle appeared which then thrusted deep into my pussy, it was huge,. I don’t want to ruin any of your nice stuff.’ She simply looked at him with her arms still stretched out. ‘It’s okay, Harvey. I don’t mind. Truly.’ He slowly pulled off the hand-me-down and watched as she put it on a hanger and hung it up next to hers. ‘Now what would you like?’ ‘Tea would be nice, Miss Sarah Rose.’ She smiled a charming smile and pointed to the couch so he may have a seat. Then she bounced off toward the kitchen with a spring in her step. Harvey took that moment to look around. ”De’Shane went into the family restroom. Trent locked the door behind him. The scruffy-haired fellow pulled down his jeans. His eight-incher was engorged. He stuck it through the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck this shit, fag!”“Mmhmm,” whined De’Shane.As the professional sissy sucked and worshipped the big White snake, Trent leaned back against the wall. “Hell yeah, boo! Lollipop that motherfucker! I’ma eat yo’ ass tonight!”De’Shane worked his head. He used no hands and made the one-time.