. but immediately post-orgasm it’s harder to stress me out, and so now I was just sort of intrigued by the puzzle that had presented itself.“Would... you tell me why you won’t tell me?”“Yes.”My subjects had all gotten good at interpreting complex questions.“Why won’t you tell me what you and Lucy talked about?”“It’s private.”I sat back thoughtfully. I’d assumed that turning Marcie into my personal sex-slave, happy to wrap herself around my cock whenever the opportunity presented itself and do. I'm cool with that. My meat is big enough for me and we both get a kickout of her having the bigger dick in our household. She doesn't mindthat this one doesn't come with any balls. Getting such a rig like thatto suck back inside her would've been too much - in every way. They hadsuch a model available but it cost a lot more and was too problematicmaintenance wise with lots more skin folds to clean - and you reallydon't want to get infections once it's all pulled back inside - as alady. I also had time to think about making some improvements to Club Roxy. One Saturday morning, I found myself sitting on my bed, fingering the business card of Tony, the guy who installed the pole and platform, and wondering if he’d be available for some night work. Before I knew it, I was calling him up, asking him to squeeze me in that afternoon. He was all too willing to stop by.I dressed in a pair of spandex shorts and a cut-off T-shirt. I didn’t plan on keeping the clothes on very long, so I. I pulled her gusset to one side, to reveal a huge hairy bush, I caressed her clit for a while, slipping my finger inside intermittently which she seemed to enjoy. She was so wet, I kept tasting her pussy juices from my fingers and rubbing it over my throbbing cock head. I couldn’t take much more; I wanted to fuck her pussy. I kneeled on the bed and rolled her on her back and she willingly spread her legs her to reveal her big, hairy bush. I buried my tongue inside her, she tasted hot. I.