. she ... is wearing, she will owe me the accumulated hours, plus double as a penalty for its lies and slander. And if it gets up that high, for each ...week she owes, she will also grant a penalty wish – to do anything I want.?Heckler, awaiting an orgasm that would not cum: ?Yes!?John: ?Honey, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? I gotta tell you that I think this is a mistake. You should admit you were wrong and take the hour.?Heckler: ?Just tell them I'm naked and he's an ass and let's. She smiled and said good, I think we will do some ass fucking and you can practice on your deep throat. I laughed again and told I had no one to practice on, I would have to use the banana again. She told me Oh no sweetie we have other choices. She got out of bed and told me she would be right back. She was out the door and down the hall. She was back in just a minute caring an expensive looking leather case. She lay it on the bed and opened it to reveal several penis shaped items, one. .She snapped and snarled... and spoke with this musical Irish accent."Ye'll bidder mind yer manners..." I... I'm sorry... I'm..." Sey yer should be! Ah... I ken ye have problems... Lonely an all...Well! Tis not right ye take yer loneliness on other lenly folk llke theeld!" I am sorry if... but..." I git in the way... all the same..."Her eyes began to sparkle oddly..."I heve it. Ye be on yer way... an ye'll be lonely ne more!"I was confused though. How did she know? My past life had... well. “You’re so sexy,” he mumbled, kissing my neck, sucking and biting, no doubt leaving a hickey behind (he likes to mark me, so that other guys know I’m taken). I felt my pussy dampen, reaching one hand down to rub at his crotch. “N-no, st-stop,” he moaned.“What?” I asked as he grabbed my hand to stop my movement.“If you do that, I’m gonna blow,” he whispered, embarrassed.I looked up at him as he dipped his fingers into my shorts, running a fingertip over my slit. He let out a soft moan as he felt.