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I’m hungry,” he says smiling and causing a few giggles from some of the ladies. There is a knock at the front door again. I open it to find the guy from the Ice truck. “Um, sir fetish I have to report that there is a couple of holes in the side of our truck,” he tells me. I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third hole that he had not seen. I tell him that I’ll have my insurance take care of it, truth be known, I’ll have the people who repair our limos for Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo take care of the truck. “I’ll keep the keys then, to get the truck repaired,” I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the front gate. I head inside BDSM and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still line the outside of the house by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the bags through the house and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and join in to help, Sammy doesn’t heat up any steaks for John as he is working on emptying the ice truck. John does note, “David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill them Bondage first to keep and use the ice instead of putting them in the coolers and losing the ice.” “John, that’s a great idea! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a couple of bags to the twins in girl the pool house. I’m sure they could use one or two,” which causes John to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream. Marcus and John begin loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order a couple more dollies, the type that the beverage vendors use. They fold out to carry much more than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘K’. I decide to head out to the ice truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the back. As I peered around the doors, I see maybe 200-300 bags still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won’t fit in the two freezers, but maybe John or Marcus can stack them to take a majority. As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to domination the gate’s electronic panel, poke the appropriate buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the necessary buttons to close the gate and think that maybe we need to have the gate company come and put different four-digit codes into the electronics so trusted people, such as Dr. Ronda don’t need me or anyone to let her in the gate. Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would spanking rather she park in the garage. I head inside the house to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where Missy had her car parked. “Yes, we BDSM are.” “So which of THESE do you like best?” Wrapping both her hands around my cock she starts rhythmically stroking and sucking me off while further taking inch by inch of my manhood in her mouth. She's the only person I ever talk to when I have an issue. My ass just got spread wide open. He chuckled again. Removing her hand from the bowl, a drop landed on her underwear. Cindy found that to be very refreshing, and very freeing, at the same time. They finished with a little pop as Kim's water came gushing down her legs filling her shoes. Oh my! I gave her the addresses and names of the two trucking managers. Got it?" The white 6’4” shooting guard had just emptied his balls in Nicole and turned, “Where’s Amadou?” “After a while?” And played with the other one. He took my hand and pulled me to him. He girl laughed at that and speaking into the phone said “Joey, this is Frank up at the motel. I felt my cock throbbing in my pants as I looked on. She looked so beautiful, even in the darkness, her blonde hair catching the faintest light. You see I love you so much, I’ve never stopped loving you and I’ve missed you so badly.” She went on to let me know about the signal fetish when there is a party scheduled. “Instead of Lucilla Eat-poop.” I continue my tragic Bondage monologue, “Oh, what a cruel world the Holy Mother has created for us, where preteen princesses are denied the true love of boys whose last names are of fecal ingestion. “Fun?” He shouted. I plunged into Karli, my pale crotch slapping into her dark rump. My mom and her friends still chatting away with their coffees as Stacey sits down next to me. The conversation had become more sexual spanking and they talked about porn and each ones sexual experiences. It was there for a moment, then gone in another, leaving Haley to stair at her own reflection in the window pane. “No.” Only her arms and legs were visible around the creature, spasming with every buck of its bloated mass. I loosed the arrow and watched it arc. It flew across the clearing, across the bridge, and down to the tree line. John grinned at me with such lust in his eyes. Mind domination telling me why you sold me out?”