Frenchy

“Ahhh Talis what fun we will have.” He thought as he set aside the book. Picking up a cell phone he used only to place orders he smiled. Dialing slowly he waited as the phone rang four times then picked up he listened to the machine speak its message. At the top corner of each page was a five digit number. Carefully he spoke the digits from her sheet. Listening as the machine repeated his numbers verifying them back to him. He nodded thoughtfully then spoke a final command to the machine. “Order Home.” He hung up the phone leaving it and the book in the room. Walking to the door he opened it going down to the main floor. He let himself out into the heat of the day. He made nice sure to lock the door as he went no one needed to have a look at his things there. He was excited by tonight he would be playing with a new toy. Moving down the lane from the rented apartment he walked to the park. Taking in the air he stood still for a long moment surveying his surroundings, before heading to his truck. One could never be too careful in these times. He opened his truck’s door, sitting down he unrolled the window starting it letting the air conditioner push the hot air out the open window. Pulling away from the curb he smiled driving to the homestead he had bought outside of town would take another forty-five minutes. After an uneventful ride home, he pulled in knowing by now his order was confirmed, all was in motion. The old farmhouse was the perfect place tits to enjoy treats like this. He began cooking a meal for himself, walking into the living room he turned on the radio. Soft music came out of the speakers hanging from corners of the walls. The smell of his meal wafted about the house as he went to the computer in the corner of the living room. With a grin, he saw there was already an email small waiting for him to open. It was from a Hotmail account he did not know. BM was capitalized in the handle so he clicked it open. Scanning the text swiftly he made sure to delete it before thinking about the message. “Your order was in good taste. I am a bit jealous, but then I always am. Should arrive normal route two hours. I look forward to hearing from you.” It had been signed simply “B.M.” Pulling up a program for banking Leit typed in an account number pussy from memory. Once he answered the proper questions the computer asked he was in his account. Looking at the sum of several hundred thousand dollars he smiled. Typing in a second account number he transferred ten thousand to it. Once finished he shut down the program with a nod and checked the clock on the wall. If they were on time his toy White should arrive in two hours. Moving back into good the kitchen he set his plate. Now he had a few minutes for his paper. As the Catholic girls enter the house, John again becomes the dutiful host. From the looks of it, my car appeared completely buried, but until the driveway got plowed, there was no reason to dig it out. I pulled his head back and attacked his neck, “You’ve earned a reward. "Very good girl," she said as she leaned over the seat and started to kiss me White sensuously. I went so slowly I could hear every individual tooth coming apart. Then her tongue caressed me. Her nose rubbed against my clit as the pleasure rippled through my body. Oh my god! Just got to choose someone that doesn't go to your college.” He glanced at me. “Why, I'll offer my own cock tits for you to suck.” With her right hand, she took the box I had been carrying and opened it taking out a pair Lady Peep Louboutins. ‘Lick it bitch’ and I watched mesmerised as Theresa licked along Denise nice labia before Denise adjusted her position. I’m such a fool, David. The ‘fun’ good started when we got back to small our tent. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. She shook her head. "It is, I realized yesterday that this is what I want." Oh! “If this is about the screen getting damaged,” Harriet said defensively, “I said I would pay for that repair. I was afraid when he said first time, how many more times would he expect to do this to me I wondered. Now they both shared the same beautiful, disobedient, loudmouthed one. "In my people, it is, though in yours I am unsure. A phonesex girl once told me something. I knew it was pointless selling stuff to raise the cash. He was breathing in my ear and calling me dirty things: his little whore; his dirty girl and all these things made me hotter and then I knew there were more fireworks for me. From my toes to my face I was feeling his cock stroking deep inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my grip, breathed on his hot face against me biting on his ear, tasting his pussy blood and sweat and learning my lesson. All I knew, was that the question and answer were beyond me, I simply didn’t have the experience that a normal life may have given me. “Futanari cum explosion!” roared Mr. Osamu. “No, I’m the cleaner.” His mind was number and emptier with each blast of cum. He panicked, scrabbling at the ground as the people in the room watched impassively. She cocked her head and looked at him for a moment, and lifted his hair and let it flop back down. Air rushed in and my lungs filled. You know we turned this room into our own large closet the moment Mike moved to his apartment." He gave Mr. Dudley the only key that was able to open it, as well as a code that we could use to track her location at all times.