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“Don’t get used to this.” He carried me inside, and all the way to my bedroom. Whether it was out of genuine concern or if he just thought it would be quicker than letting me walk, I still don’t know, but I can definitely tell you that there was only one thing on my mind as his masculine arms threw me onto the bed. “Are you going to join me?” “No.” I grabbed his arm before he could walk away, still splayed out across the bed, desi lying on my back and looking up into his eyes. “Hold me.” I flashed him my softest gaze, letting my big, soulful eyes do all the talking, and for just a moment, I know he wanted to pull me close to him. But it was only for a moment. “Get some sleep, Bailey.” And then I was alone, yet again. It was nothing I wasn’t used to, living the white collar life. In fact, I’d even found my own special treatment for my boredom, and it sat in a wooden box on my nightstand. I know what you’re already thinking, and no, it wasn’t a sex toy. Although, I have the same rule for blunts that I do for dildos and men. If it’s not at least two fingers thick, it isn’t worth my time. I laid back, staring at the same white ceiling I’d been staring at for five indian years. Every week, the cleaners came through and made the whole house spotless. As she continued this, she imagined that it was Richard’s dick inside her pussy, slowly stroking in and out again. I loved him so much, I wanted him to be proud of me. Other futas were envious of me. I licked my lips as I leaned down, my futa-dick twitching over my stomach. She didn't put the fake cock in her right way. It’s late. In fact, why don’t you stand up and have Emma pull down your shorts desi so we can begin. I love the fuck out of you.” I just sat obediently on the bed while he held my head and face-fucked me. He would only stop if I gagged, which I didn’t do too often. “Ren? The next day, we packed up indian our things and left for home. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my seat Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. In fact, it works better if they’re under my orders. “No thanks.” Sandi was looking pensive, worried about her fathers reaction and missing out on some of the fun we were sure to be having late at night when she had to be home. Let me tell you about myself I am 38 yrs old now and this is my fondest memory about my early sex life. If she were in heat, that’d explain why she was attracted to the scent of testosterone. Does she have weapons in the office, Bell said she has a pistol but its locked away right now.