They were doing a slow dance holding each other close. Vicky loved the looks she got from everyone in her skimpy, sexy lingerie set. Dan’s cock had ...rown fully hard, moving to the music, it poked through the opening in his boxers.“Somebody is asking for attention,” Vicky smiled at his hard-on. He had fondled her tits, and her hand caressed his cock as they kissed. The song ended, and they returned to the table, his cock was visibly hard sticking out of the opening.Before Dan could sit down,. ‘Mercy,’ she said, rubbing her grubby fingers all over the damn doll. ‘Is this yours?’ she asks. Is it mine? It’s in my goddamn apartment, right? So I say to her ‘It was my little girl’s.’ ‘Was?’ she asks. So I say – I say, ‘Yeah. My little girl died at the age of two.’ Then she gives me the ‘you would have been a good father’ number, like I haven’t heard that a thousand times. I was okay though, I didn’t freak out. I was making bacon, eggs, you know, the usual. So I say ‘Your name isn’t. He pulled a chain with a two inch metal collier from under the end of the bed and padlocked it around her pretty neck. He had to admire the beauty of her young face, pert tits, small waist, long toned legs and perfect hips. She is as pretty or prettier than her mother, Traci. He was so horny he had to fight the desire to bend her over the bed and fuck her tight little pussy. Shaking the thought from his mind for now he moved an old mattress to near the bed butting it against a post. He then. The black guy got the courage and now he started pressing her boobs in front of me. I was shocked to see the Asma expression.She started enjoying the black guy’s touch. That moment gave me a good hard-on. I took the chance and I told Asma that I am going to the washroom. I left Asma on the dance floor with the black guy. Asma didn’t even try to stop me. I realized that now she wants to enjoy this black guy. I left her alone and went to a dark place where Asma couldn’t see me.Asma kept on.