He took my hand and put it on his cock and I knew to stroke it from top to bottom as I felt how big and hard it was. He then shoved me and spread my l...egs and was pointing his cock to my cunt. He then pushed the head of his cock inside me and little by little got enough in my hole to fuck me. The pain was bad but he was slow till he had a lot of cock in me and began to fuck me out of control till he filled me with cum. He then began to kiss me tonging my mouth. I was so horny I just wanted to be. "Hmmm," Cynthia said, putting her magazine down on the coffee table in front of her. "Well then," she smiled, "I guess it's time I saw to that." Oh yes," Roger replied, feeling his pulse rising, "thank you. Thank you very much!"Roger was wearing a CB6000 chastity cage. A year ago, Cynthia had begun seeing a much younger black man by the name of Tyrone, and by 'seeing', of course, that meant they were fucking. Roger knew this of course. But not long after Cynthia had begun fucking Tyrone, she. I asked Barbara if she felt she could handle a drink and she suggested we share a beer. We did but she drank very little of it. ‘Beer is an acquired taste, let me get you what Judy likes.’ Judy liked Sweet Red Wine and Barbara managed to drink the whole glass although it took her nearly half an hour to do so. The band gave a spotty performance, some good, some just noise, and a few exceptional numbers. I lowered my expectations for their future, as I had to do with The Fall Out Boys. However. “I think the ‘kids’ are asleep or otherwise occupied,” Grant whispered with a smile.Brandy cocked her head and listened. No creaks or soft thumps from upstairs. She then nodded her head in agreement and took another slurp of her cocoa.“Want to find out what’s in package number one?” he asked.Brandy snuggled closer to him, taking his arm and putting it around her shoulders, “What do you think, Master?”“I take that as a no,” he grinned.The blonde frowned at him with an icicle-melting stare.“Okay.