’ He walked over to me and placed his hand on my ass. ‘Right, so a power hour is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chi...me you must take a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don’t have a drink by the next bell chime, feel free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfect hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig. Most mornings I could hear one or both of them in her room as I was getting dressed for the day. Her days usually started similar to mine….Frank would wake her up for a morning blowjob before heading out to the guard house in front of the compound. Then Mickey would usually go to her room and have her start by jerking or blowing him, then he’d finish off by shooting his first load of the day into her pussy or ass before she even got out of bed. If Mickey had a slow day, he’d make Chloe take a. I feel u drop 2 your knees behind meas u reach around & stroke my cockmaking my erection throb & pulse wildly& i feel the slippery helmet of your cockpress insistently against my ass-hole...i twist my entire ass in tiny tight circles& press my grippy hole out-ward willinglyaching 2 feel your thickness inside me...i groan deep inside & then whimper" give it 2 me !! give it all 2 me !!! "the moment of penetration makes me moanas u grip my throbbing cock like a handlebe4 driving the entire length. Lost in her thoughts, looking out over the flower garden she almost did not hear Cecille step out to join her. She turned and saw tears in the black woman’s eyes. She couldn’t help herself – she went to her and hugged her telling her how sorry she was. “Cecille please forgive me. I had no idea anyone was there – I was just wandering around. I would never, never intrude on you”!“It’s fine Ms. Cynthia – I know that you meant no harm. It’s just that I am so embarrassed, so ashamed that you saw me.