Shaking his head, he continued across to the Lazyboy, picked up the remote and turned on the game. Obviously he was spending way too much time alone i...f he had begun to imagine ghostly women outside on the lawn. It was definitely time to think about getting on with his life, Joe thought.The game went into double overtime and it was after eleven before Joe turned off the television. But it had been worth it, his team had pulled out a win 27-24 with a last second field goal. Leaving him with a. My job? I couldn’t tell you in that moment. I was so caught up in the initial surprise of Clara #6 emerging that I had no plan. No rehearsal. No vantage point. The Panopticon had come down, and now I could look all around if I so wanted. The only thing I gazed at was Clara’s own look, her lustful eyes locked on mine as she took my cock into her mouth for the first time. I moaned, and Clara took her mouth off of my cock to give me her classic laugh, the laugh she gave me when The Mystery Man had. "Leg rubbing time, Cathy." She gave me a brilliant smile.Not surprising given the restaurant's name, it did the rarely seen full presentation of Peking Duck. The next course lent itself to cooperative eating, as it was the usually seen preparation of contrasting tastes -- duck meat, sweet sauce, green onions hand-wrapped into pancakes, another set of contrasts being the crunchy duck skin and green onions, the chewy pancake and meat. Carol rolled up a pancake and started finger feeding it to. But not like this. Not like this. "Spread your legs, Blair. Open them." You do. You spread them wide, knees slightly drawn up,panty-covered mound already showing a dark stain from your juices. Youpray she doesn't use the crop there. She touches the plump mound with the tip of the crop,drawing it down, tracing the length of your slit as it yawns wider, nowsoaking the thin wisp of black cotton. The crop returns again and again,now with a firmer hand, teasing your clitoris until your hips.