Within a couple of hours I had gone through all of them. I didn’t want to listen to the radio which seemed to only play Christian music stations no ...matter which state I was in. Occasionally I would get a heavy metal station, which was not to my liking either. When I had bought the car it had come with several cassettes, most of which I had already listened to. I pulled out the one remaining tape set; the bible. It said it was sixty hours, and the very least it would be noise that could keep me. It didn't take long before she wrapped her legs around me and began fucking me back harder and faster. She began bouncing her hips up and down off the bed giving me the fucking of a lifetime. Her pussy was so incredibly tight it was almost painful. Almost. She got wetter faster than any woman I had ever been with in my life. She thrust herself up at me as if in a frenzy. I had unleashed her and now she was going to give as good as she was getting. I wish I could say that I lasted for an hour. My place is sorta off to itselfa little. Enough anyway. Which I planned for when I bought it. Of course, ifthey do git too rowdy--guys like Billy, that is--I have my gags and stuff likethat ready. I am always ready for action one way or another actually. Cuffs.Gags. Rope. Dildos. You name it. I got everything ready to go for when theoccasion demands. "You want a piece of this," I said to David as I got the last of my clothesoff. I pointed to Billy's butt, which looked as round and ripe and. A few minutes back, this is why I took a while to publish Christine’s second installment. Today is cleaning day. My cleaning lady, not a model by any stretch of the imagination, but with nice DD (probably) breasts, arrives at around 8 :00, stays until she’s done, around noon. She’s always working in a white T-Shirt (lacy but working-woman bra) and jeans but today being a nice day, she’s got shorts on. Again don’t get your brain in a cramp, she’s no model. Just big tits, sorry.I’m working on.