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“I think maybe setting some ground rules makes sense. Just so you know what you’re getting from this, I pay by encounter, not by hour. I won’t expect you to be 24/7 at my command, but I do expect you to make a reasonable attempt to be available when I ask.” “I guess that makes sense.” “Good. As for standards, any hair below your eyebrows is to be removed before visiting. Since you big cock won’t always know when I’ll be calling, I suggest you just keep up-to-date with it. Bra and panties are to be removed before coming through my door and, except for those oral times when you are coming straight from work or school, I expect you to be wearing a skirt and low-cut blouse when you arrive. Now, are you on the pill?” “The pill?” “Yeah, I don’t like wearing condoms and I’m certainly not looking to father any kids with you.” “Well, I think pussy I should get to set a couple of rules, too. I know, I know, leverage, blah blah, but that’s only fair. I have limits, there are things I won’t do.” I mulled it over, deciding that, as long as blowjob her requests were reasonable, I would respect them. I didn’t waste my time patting myself on the back over this, I had already forced her to do several things that, whether she enjoyed them or not, she never would’ve done with me. “Okay, what did you have in mind?” “We can’t have sex.” This time it was my turn for surprise. I felt like a cartoon, sure that my jaw had literally fallen from my face and struck the floor. “Uhhhh, yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work. You won’t be getting a hundred bucks trying to suck off your blonde debt. Unless…” “Unless what?” The hope on her face was evident. Evident, and badly misplaced. “I have a few friends over for poker once a month. You come, strip for us, serve us drinks, suck off a few of them, I’m sure they would help contribute to your debt.” “No. Absolutely not. My debt is to you, my arrangement is with you, I am not a whore to be passed around to your friends. I will, you know, do stuff to you, but not for anyone else.” “Fair enough, it was only a thought. How about this for limits, if you would do something with your boyfriend, then I have the right to expect it from you as well.” She suddenly seemed very interested in the hem of her shirt, anxiously twisting and pulling at it. Several times it seemed like she was on the verge of speaking, only to shake away whatever words threatened to spill forth from her lips and resume fiddling with her clothes. I wasn’t sure what had gotten her so worked up; I knew it had to be more than breaking our previous rule and invoking her boyfriend. “Yep,” I said. She told me it was my turn to come to her house. Play with them my dear make them horny. She quickly applied some liquid lip liner in a nude tone to match with her eyes then tossed it into her purse for touchups along with her phone, slipped her feet into some comfortable heels, and set out on her walk down the road for her coffee date. She redressed in her coat, but busied herself scooping white cum out of her snatch and licking her fingers. And, of course I loved it. Finally I discovered the solution; the confession box was actually quite tall. We’re getting it!” she gasps with excitement. Alec started eating his bratwurst and he laughed again, “Hey Dad, I’m going to suck this bratwurst off.” Alec stuck the brat with his fork and raised it to his open mouth blowjob and tongue. She screeched, "You didn't tell me you have oral an ATV." In my reply I had to admit that I’d only cum pussy 10 times. I don’t know how you do it, but I understand why Dakota, Tina, and Jill all love you. Manjula was dressed conservatively for the relatively warm September weather — a white blouse that went past the elbows, and a black skirt going past the knees. He wasn't biting, and even when he started to use his teeth, he didn’t bite; he just gently nibbled on it. Almost like her submission isn't a gift to him but more like an expected right. “Olivia, tell me about your IT club. They are not going to do shit anyway. She was licking and sucking as hard as she could. The drinks were everywhere, and most the adults were getting to their share. It remained one of my deepest insecurities. We arrived at the park and went in down the path. Today though, I will claim your head in revenge for blonde her, for my mother!" We undressed each other and some how made it over to the sofa. He held his hand out and gave me two pills, he told me they were pain killers but they were not, they were some sort of energy booster or some sort of illegal drug. I big cock haven't had at my wife's cunt yet... going to have that solve that problem... he hee... give it time. a tiny flab of skin warily peeped out. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it, the kitchen is really small.” She replied with a breath of release. Mellos growled. Patrick and I got into her vehicle.