I can’t wait, can’t waste the time in taking you in my mouth or hands. You can feel through your underwear how much I need you. I’m envisioning ...he moment where you enter me, it’s turning me on so much I can feel my circles growing faster, stronger. I whisper to you, how I want you inside me, voice full of sleep, brought low by early morning and desperation to feel you. I hear your breathing pick up, your cock twitch against my ass. Please... I’m not above begging when I need you so bad. Need. It was only then that I looked down and the perfect scenario was complete, she wearing a very high stiletto heeled, pointy toed, mid calf black boots. OMG I thought as I looked her up and down. She was a Milf of the finest I had ever laid eyes on. I just stood and looked in amazement. She was tall, extremly attractive, shoulder length dark curley hair, amazing eyes and such a pretty face. I was rooted to the spot in total owe of this sexual b**st, my complete sexual fantasy was there stood in. She led Sally by her hand and bowed to Ellen.“Memsahib asked for Salih?”“Yes, thank you, Neeta. Please, wait for a moment while my visitors can meet with Sally.”Esra Turner stared at the little girl and Ellen saw that he had tears in his eyes.“She is so pretty, just like her mother!” he said.Ellen shook her head at this gaffe and quickly looked at Ruth Turner. The young woman had flinched at his words and a pained expression passed over her features. She was by no means ugly Ellen thought, but. Jen was startled and almost jumped out of her flats. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Jen looked around and saw an older white man. It was the salesman she had seen behind the counter when she had entered the store. He was overweight and had greasy hair, and his face was scarred by acne."Uh — why the black one?" Jen asked."Well, white girls — especially blondes like you — seem to be really into that. Y'know, black on blonde?"Jen couldn't believe the nerve of this man. She felt like.