The contestant had reached the final round and now faced one more question to fuck get the £10,000 prize and Susan said out loud, “We could do with that... in fact we could do with ten times that at least.” Martin just grunted as she went on, “The kids need new shoes, the rent is in arrears, we need a new three-piece suite and the washing machine is on its last legs.” Martin sighed under his breath as he had heard it all before but since losing his job at the local factory, the meagre redundancy pay had gone in the blink of an eye, he had been unable to get another job so all they had was income support and the few quid that his wife earned in the local pub, cash in hand doing the odd shift behind the bar. He would like to say they were making ends meet but he knew he would be lying as they were slipping deeper and deeper into debt. “Well I got a chance at making some extra money today,” Susan blurted out, “but I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it.” Martin lowered his magazine and looked at his wife, saying nothing but raised an eyebrow in a questioning way. “A man came into the pub this afternoon while it was quiet and we got chatting and he offered me some cash if I would perform a task for him.” Martin laughed inside, not daring to openly and wondered if this was his wife saying she would go on the game, though looking at her she wasn’t going to earn a fortune. It’s not that she was ugly just the pounds had piled on over the years and her hips were very round to say the least and her breasts were so full they sagged when she removed her bra. She had a pretty face beneath the extra fat, curly dark hair cut shot and big brown eyes that use to twinkle, though of late had taken on a duller lustre as things had got tighter and tighter. Martin knew that she put out for others in the past and had suspected it had been for money though had never questioned he on it. “What did he want?” Martin asked and then went on slyly, “and how much did he offer?” ready to keep a straight face but his wife’s reply stunned him into silence. “He wants me to fuck a dog for a million dollars.” Susan said then looked at her husband and as she waited for a response she reflected back on the conversation that afternoon with ‘Chuck.”. Susan was polishing the glasses to make them shine before hanging them on the rack. After the glasses she thought to herself I will take all the bottle off the shelf and clean their, anything to pass the time. It was 4 o’clock on a Sunday and the pub was deserted, the lunchtime drinkers had all gone home to stuff their faces and then fall asleep full of beer and Sunday roast. It was too early for evening drinkers to come in for their usual session and passing trade was almost non-existent, who the hell would want to come to this grotty run down pub in a shitty Manchester council estate Susan thought to herself. “I suppose I shouldn’t grumble,” thought Susan to herself, if the landlord was thick enough to pay her instead of closing up for a few hours it was her gain and to young be honest homemade she didn’t mind that much giving him a weekly blow job as part of the deal to get the job in the first place. At that moment the doors opened and in walked a man who clearly wasn’t local indian and when he walked up to the bar and ordered a cold beer Susan knew he was American though goodness knows where from. Over the next hour the pair chatted and Susan learnt his name was Chuck, divorced, a self-made sex man and from what he said very rich. Susan found herself telling him about herself and her life and how times were hard, she thought to herself that perhaps the sob story might gain her a tip though that was rare as hen’s teeth in here. “So, you see I have seen most things in my life but there are still a few things that I want to witness,” said Chuck slurring his words slightly as the stong ale he was drinking stated to take effect. “Like what?” said Susan as she poured another pint wondering what on earth he wanted to see as he had regaled her with tales of the most wonderous things he had seen that Susan could only imagine. “I want to see a dog fuck a woman,” said Chuck and Susan’s hand froze on the pump as Chuck looked straight at her and went on, “and I would pay you a million dollars in cash if you were interested.” Susan paused and looked intently at Chuck trying to work out if he was joking or not at at the same time trying to calculate how much a million dollars would be in sterling and failing though she knew it was a lot. To buy time Susan blurted out, “You must be joking,” before placing the pint down in front of him trying to stop her hands from shaking. Chuck most looked at her and suddenly he was very sober as he placed the money for the drink on the bar before adding a card with a telephone number scrawled on it. “You have 24 hours to make contact.” he said slowly, “then the offer is withdrawn and this conversation never took place.” With that he drained the pint in one mighty swallow and placed the empty glass on the bar along with a £50 note. “Thank you for your time and maybe I will hear from you,” said Chuck as he turned and walked out of the door leaving Susan watching his departing back. “Fucking hell,” Martin said softly as he listened to his wife then went on, “Show me the note and do you still have his number?” Susan handed the note over and Martin examined it carefully and closely before he exclaimed, “Well fuck me its genuine. "Mom knows I am staying at Lauren's Friday night and I did... technically. After a brief nap, weight-lifting workout and shower, both were ready for round 2. As they entered most the living room, the men found both girls sleeping peacefully…or at least pretending to. Laura said. “Didn’t I say I was the only one allowed to breed you?” Mmm, imagine that. I didn't mean to hurt you, Carl. No fingerprints, no weapon. They were so familiar with it they both became eerily quiet as the FFM threesome scene loomed ever nearer. His face scrunched up. My mother divorced her husband, my father, when I was five. we really don't have time for this." “Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck!” Kelsey sobbed into my chest, heaving backward to take me into her, squeezing as she pulled, her anal sheath still clinging to me even as I pulled out, then bunching back inside when fuck I plunged. Most of the world had grown to accept them and they could be found in all forms of media and in countless homes with loving families. Rekha did not know how the words came out of her mouth but they did. Hugh and I shared another passionate kiss, before he lay me front first on the bed. You will be much stronger and have access to their knowledge, you will be faster as well, you will not get sick. It felt like a long time had passed before he finally stopped. She must have felt the hesitancy in me and her best indian friend so it was Chloe who took the lead, took the conversation to what had transpired, what she felt. I even have that on tape. Motioning to his brother they both started to pour sex energy into healing Ares. Leila straddled her sister’s hips, Fallon felt the damp wetness of her pussy lips parting as Leila settled on her tummy. She caressed them a few more times, then leaned toward Ed and stroked her tongue across the end of his prick. “So, what have you guys been up to?” Amy and Ashley were now both cuddled up with him, and not in a romantic way, so he thought he had an idea as to what they young were doing before he arrived. He was tall, muscular and quite handsome in a rugged, boyish way. “Where’d you do it? They are often the more powerful one in a D/s relationship even though the Dominant seems to be in charge.” I plunged my cock into my daughter’s pussy. It was my turn to moan now. Before I knew it, homemade I’m face down with Nicole straddling the back of my thighs as she plays with my ass. “It was all my pleasure,” Daddy said, winking at me. Now pump it hard and cum for me baby. She hadn't brought that in during the original timeline. She could feel the cock hitting against the butt plug in her ass and that gave her some discomfort even, so Linda was starting to enjoy the fucking and to her own surprise there was even the budding signs of an orgasm building.