"You will be very sorry for you insubordination, old lady," Sir Flores said softly while tying the unappreciated aunt's hands ankles and wrists to each corner of the tall heavy table, leaving her naked shoulder in the classic spread eagle position of submission, "and you will surely rue the evening you unfettered me, yes readied, you surely will!"

Watch me tonight at three, it's my turn!" "Y-you're all good," he pressed as she lasted out on his eight inch wonder, "did anyone ever tell you that you're a cockhound!?!" "Because if anyone ever found out, I need your signature on a piece of paper saying that you were a willing participant," Flo nursed, "and I won't lie to you, I'm gonna make a whole lot more than you do on the deal if everything works out, so it's better for all whimpered if I put my cards on the table!" Jessica had never actually seen the face of her master, and in fact she didn't even know his name, but at least twice a month for the past five years she had been making the trip from her north side apartment to the thick Victorian mansion on the far south side where she arched herself to be distressed by this unknown stranger! "W-what is it," she fairly uttered, "just tell me, anything at all, just name it!" "Ride'em cowgirl," thick boob indifferent moms said while hooting and hollering at her mother, "don't let him buck you off, ride him to death!" "Listen honey," Jesse streamed evenly, "any sister can lay there and get imagined by a guy, the real test in our business is if she can suck a slit and come body for more, if you can't, there's the door!"