But, subsequent attempts had been thwarted by work schedules. I didn't think much about it when he called up. So, I straightened the living room so it... wasn't so cluttered. At the appointed time, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was Al. Now, let me describe Al. He is a big, bear of a man. He stands a hair over 6 feet. He weighs a litte North of 300lbs. He has a full head of long, curly hair that he keeps pulled in to a pony tail. He has a swarthy complexion and a full, close. My eyes opened a little, and I saw aform take shape above me. Taking a quick breath, I felt a tongueslide into my mouth and my legs spread open as a erection throbbed atthe opening to my rapidly moistening pussy."I don't care if I'm in the tabloids for the next year," a deep sexyvoice murmured. "I mean, I've fucked NuGirls before, but you're beyondanything..." He slid his cock slowly deep inside my pussy, his thrusthitting my clit piercing so perfectly I almost came immediately. "God,you're so. .. know where they’re at. I know what happens to them.”He shook his head. “You need to go and allow me to get ready. We’re meeting Bishop Renud in an hour. I need to wash up and decide what I’m going to wear. I don’t want to be late and deprive the good bishop of the chance to gloat.”Ilzu opened the door, carefully balancing a silver tray loaded with eggs, bacon and a strange, floury Wenland delicacy one of the cooks had called ‘pancakes’. She had looked dubiously at the round, flat,. Get this through your head, wimp, she said to me, You can forget about golf and lunch at the club from now on unless you get special permission from me, and that, I can guarantee you, will cost you dearly. Beginning today, I expect a call from you at the office around noon every day when you can tell me what you are fixing for dinner. I expect you to meet me with Martini in hand, mine, you ass-hole, when I get home from work, and well discuss the rest of your domestic schedule and what kind of.