But none of mattered in the face of that tiny girl. First off as I looked around, I noticed that no one, not one single fucking person in the room cou...d look away from her. She was incandescently beautiful. Her long golden hair extended to her waist. It was wavy and thick and just looked incredible. The girl’s hair dresser probably had more money than Trump.And she just seemed to exude sexiness, even at her age. And it wasn’t her body. In this age of teen-aged girls with breast implants, who. After all, these two people weren't just picked out of a hat. He'd treated each as he did any of his potential investments. He did his research. He delved deep into their respective histories. He knew their backgrounds, he knew their personalities, and most importantly he knew what strings to pull in order to manipulate them. Over the last few weeks, he'd seen through the young man's efforts to conceal his growing apprehension. That's why he met with him personally today--to give him that last. He and Joan were definitely going to have a better sex life, but it was not going to include the kids... no way in the world! He had to stop this perversion before things got out of hand.But he didn't act fast enough. Eddie flipped his mother over into the doggy position and shoved his cock into her juice-filled cunt before Ben had even opened the door. Joan clawed the bedspread and let out a hoarse sustained moan of ecstasy as she took her son's rock-hard cock to the balls. It filled her to. . is that understood?” Catherine was told before instinctively replying.“Yes Mistress ... I’m sorry Mistress...” while looking into the huge mirrored wall before her to see a smile of satisfaction appearing on the face of Annie Day, who by then had also unzipped Catherine’s skirt and allowed the black material to form a pool around Catherine’s ankles.“mmmm ... so so good” whispered Annie, continuing to nuzzle Catherine’s neck as a hand slipped down from her breasts down into the tiny scrap of.