Every time they touched her though, she thought of her imaginary tentacle monster.Her hands trembled.Hi, Mr. Jackson.Yes mistress.I slipped on a heavy t-shirt and sweatpants.Come with me. Marie followed me to my bedroom and I showed her Redheads my closet of very sexy clothes, mostly very short skirts and sheer blouses.She nuzzled into my neck and kitchen ran her hands up and down my back.I grasp the base and tug as my tongue pleasures his tip.I heard Billy say.I willed my feet to move and shuffled over to him.Now she sings a different granny version.I look at her, She is pulsing with story excitement. I think you should hold onto that, in case... you know. I suggested, inferring that she keep it as a 'way out' should she come to regret her decision.She let out a chuckle before giving me a tender smile, I see I'm going to have my work cut out for me convincing you that I'm your bitch, David. Yeah, I'm thinking you are. Maybe I should get you Redheads a collar and leash to help remind me. I joked. Mmmm, if you believe that will help, I think I'd like being your 'pet'. She mused, as she started grinding herself on me, thoughts of leather and chains filling her head as she knelt at her 'Master's' feet. Maybe a cage and feeding bowls for my bitch and her pups, eh? I added, not believing the words coming out of my mouth. Ooh, and don't forget the newspaper, in case I have an accident. Melanie laughed, story as she dry humped me. I would've figured granny you'd be too sore for that. I said, referring to her grinding on me. I am, but I can't help it. She cooed, really working her hips over my now hardened cock. I need it in me and besides, these are your kitchen holes now, not mine. Sluts don't get to decide when they get fucked, do they, David?