”“Great, now did you work Sunday?”I had to think a little harder on this one, but I do answer “yes I did.”“Saturday?” He raises an eyebr...ow at me.Again, a take a few moments to think. “No, I was out with friends.”“Perfect! Now on a scale of 1-10 how is the pain?”“Eh I would have to say a 4 or 5.” “Now squeeze my hands!” He says as he takes my hands in his. I squeeze hard down and there is little to no pain. Only a bit of pain coming from my stomach where he had pressed before.“Ok Robbie I have. Well, tries to. Peter, for all his other talents, cannot eat a pussy to save his life. Sure, it feels good, but Im not about to cum on his face from his haphazard flicks. To distract him from his futile task, I pull him up to his feet and sit him on the stump. Taking his 7 inch cock out of his pants, I begin to show him what real tongue action is. I slowly lick up his shaft, rubbing my tongue against the underside of the head of his dick. Sucking greedily on the head, I work my hands up and. I took my time walking around the store. I wanted to build the pressure. I bought some black lace lingerie and a pair of tan stockings (as requested by someone for another reason and day). My face was flushed and I could barely concentrate. I went further up to Ann Taylor and picked a skirt and a blouse at random and got a dressing room. I was getting pretty worked up.I let my clothes fall on the floor and I looked at myself in the mirror. The rope looked good and snug, I liked the. " You mean, we're going to have to look in the chests? Finally?" How long has it been? Six months?" Since I found the coin sets? Just about ... how time does fly."They had parked the Dodge in the hangar towards the opposite side from the boat. Ed fired it up and drove over to the long workbench. He shut down and opened the double doors at the back. They started unloading the assorted bags, boxes and crates so they could get at the trunks. The chests weren't in the trunks ... the chests were.