.... But later.... After you whore-yourself. Now, go get ready."My wife showered and began getting dressed. She asked me to approve all of her garment... selections, including her lingerie. As she was headed to the door, I reminded her that I would text her MY room number and that once the two of them were done fucking, that she was to hurry to OUR room. "Is there anything" she asked, "that I'm to make sure that I do or don't do?" My only rules are" I said, "are no ass-fucking with him and, of. We had met through the world of online shooting games and we had formed a little team where we battled other teams online on weekends. I didn’t know much about her though. She was 18, I knew that much, and she liked computer games of course. I had never seen a picture of her or asked for it. But why should I? We did talk about personal things sometimes, but mostly about the games we played or would like to be playing. As our fellow team mates said their ‘See ya laters’ and logged off the voice. “It’s easy,” I said looking around at the huddled mass of men. “Even Frankie here has a story that would make you cry for weeks.”“Hey, leave me out of this,” Frankie shot back.“Do you believe in God Buck?” Paul asked in his churchy voice.“Yes of course I do,” I said while fidgeting a bit on the cold ground. “He and I have a great understanding.”“And what is that exactly?”“He leaves me the fuck alone and I do the same for him.”“Oh my...” I heard several men whisper.Carlos crossed himself with. La tr?s sensuelle S?verine ?tait en somme un pis aller Emma en avait conscience. Certes la jeune servante aimait le cul sans limite mais sa conversation ?tait assez simple, non qu’elle f?t sotte mais elle ?tait peu instruite. Emma adorait parler de sa passion pour le cul, en parler avec de jolis mots m?l?s de putasseries, de jolis mots tra?n?s dans la mouille.Mais ? pr?sent pleine de terreur, l’air ?gar?, Marion devenait tr?s int?ressante. Ah?! Fouetter les filles, les terroriser, les rend si.