It was the weekend again, thank God. No school, no chores... and Mom and Dad were away on another trip with friends. So they hadn't even bothered to l...ock the bedroom door. Slipping on her T shirt to cover her naked body, she left the room, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She was thirsty and slightly hungry. There was nothing better than wild lovemaking for a healthy appetite.Linda remembered one time when Nikki brought a bowl of fruit upstairs. Before each kiss she would pick up a. For a time, I had to work a split shift, and I usually had a two or three hour (unpaid, of course) lunch. It wasn't so bad, because I lived in town, so I could go home if I wanted. Or, I could go shopping, and I often did. One particular day, I was dreadfully horny, having seen and flirted with several of my favorite customers that morning. I had already dipped into the bathroom to have a quick frig, and by lunchtime, all I wanted to do was spend some quality time addressing the state of my. “I don’t think slut is going anywhere for a while. She seems quite happy where she is for now. Are you going to be a good slut?” I asked her and she nodded in reply. I tilted her head to one side and unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it from her mouth. She looked gratefully up at me.I felt between her legs and she was surprising wet. “Did you wipe her properly?” I asked Miss.“Of course I did, Mistress,” she replied.“Then she seems to be even more of a slut than we thought.”I lifted my fingers. In high school his teammates had tagged him "Bull", not only for the ferocious way he played defense but also for his frightening cock, which, when erect, stood almost a foot in height and which was as thick as a beer can.The second of the trio was the tallest and most talkative. Slim, whose given name was Robert, a name no one ever used, had been first team All-State and second team All-American in basketball. At 6" 4" he still dominated their games at the Y. Skinny in high school, he had.