"Maybe," Randi replied. "I can't keep it straight. That's why I have an assistant. You might know her as Meredith." If I can swing it, I'll stay to wa...tch you in Pittsburgh," Brock promised. "You've been to 50 of my games and I've never seen you perform." What about yesterday?" Randi asked, pulling back from him and wiggling her eyebrows. "I would say that was truly an inspired effort."Brock was still chuckling when Meredith and Zoe came back down the stairs, Zoe dressed in a pair of loose. He was middle-aged, somewhat portly, and balding, and his suit was uncharacteristically pedestrian for the setting. But he was a man, and I was a naked slave. I dropped to my knees, my thighs wide, leaning forward to kiss and caress his knees and thighs. "Would master care to make use of this slave?" I begged."What can you do for me?" he asked."Whatever master can imagine, and many things besides," I said, looking up at him with my lips parted sensuously. It was a standard response."Very well.. The tread on those tires have a bad habit of picking up that ... shit ... and smearing it all down the side of the fucking sleeper. And that, my love, makes for one hell of a shitty mess!" I declared to her. The resulting smirk on her face did little to soothe my fears as she sat there in complete silence.With the engine now warm enough to roll, I pushed in the trailer valve, listening to the air pressure release the ten spring brakes that held the trailer's brakes on fully. Once they'd. After a second quick round, Heather said she had to pee. She stood up too fast and stumbled around then fell onto the floor. My thong assumption was quickly confirmed as I got a great view of her sweet ass. My eyes were quickly diverted from her butt straight to her tit that had popped out of her tank top. I got an instant hard on seeing her little pink nipple. It was an amazing sight, a nice oval areola with a pencil eraser that was hard enough to cut glass. Being the gentleman (and.