They should be coming to you today via UPS," Jill tells me. All of this makes me smile. "I love you my darling," I say to her. "And I love you as well. Don't wear all the girls out, save some for the other guys there…. like our boy John. He needs some sex as well," she says laughing about her John comment. As I finish my call to Jill, Dakota, Amy, and Tina all arrive. John pulls up right behind them in Jennifer's car with Diane. Everyone gets out of their respective cars holding bags, boxes, luggage and the such. Jennifer heads to the door to prop it open for everyone. Dakota walks in first, just dropping a gagging large box at the front door that looked from my vantage point that it had hair stuff like blow-dryers, curling irons, masturbation oral straighteners, hair spray, mousse, and other sundry hair supplies. Jennifer picks up the box and follows Dakota down the hall to her master suite. giving head When Jennifer goes into ball licking the suite, I hear John's favorite word come from Jen, "FUCK ME." Soon, it was all I could do to keep myself in place. Pleasant dreams," she said as she left John's bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. “Ah piss Margie, it’s been a long hot day, we could all use one.” I wasn’t a stranger to beer but I wasn’t sure if my sister had tasted any before. She points across the channel to one of the most expensive hotels in town, I almost burst out laughing. Abby got kidnapped Sam, she needs giving head help now. “And masturbate for me while you kiss and lick my arse while I watch in the mirror. No clothes allowed on the boat.” “That sounds delightful!” She squeals before hanging up. “At ease men.” The Colonel said as he walked up to Klaus, and brushed off the red stripe that signified his iron cross. Like we’d not be touching oral her in a million years.” I was instructed to stroke them for a bit. It was hurting, but I knew not to scream out with him as that always ball licking meant I would be punished. “Oh Fuck Daddy!” Ashley yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure as her dad smacked her. “I remember hearing that ten, twenty years ago, masturbation those chauvinist ad men who fucked every desk jockey with a pussy from here to Long Island were the ones who put this skanky dress code in place,” Gretchen recalled hearing from her first cubicle mate during the first day of her on-the-job orientation. As per his orders, breakfast was handed out, but gagging the quality of one’s meal depended on their ID. In the Medic cell blocks, several sentinels pushing food carts down the aisles. “NOW!” I roared. She sat on my face with her pussy in my mouth. Every story I read made me recall the events from the previous day. I guess I answered too sharply that I was.