She couldn’t ask Mrs Jackson if she could pay less, she was already paying less than everyone else.She just wasn’t prepared for life without Vince... He paid the rent and gave her a little extra for, stuff. She was going to miss the money that Vince gave her more than Vince.She closed her checkbook and sat back, angry with herself. Vince was dead and all she could think of was how that impacted her and Dylan. She felt like shit. Not only for that reason but for getting herself and Dylan into this. So hot.” She said. The fingers slipped in deeper. spreading my open, wider and wider. I moaned with delight. Now there were fingers on my clit too, lightly flicking it. I wiggled my hips backward, trying to get more of that delicious hand inside me. My pussy was being split open wider and wider. I gasped as I felt her knuckles and wrist enter me. Slowly, I felt the entire hand inside me start to widen. I moaned loudly, realizing that I was being fist-fucked. The sensations were incredible as. He couldn’t help it. He’d never been on the receiving end of this, and he was finding it strangely arousing. Seeing his quiet, docile wife in black leather, and hearing her order him, he was becoming hard as a rock.“Hmm,” she purred, as she stalked around to his front again. “You seem to like that.” She walked behind him again, and he tensed, anticipating more blows. At first there was nothing, and then he heard the swish of leather, and felt the riding crop smack his ass. He couldn’t. "The crowd could see the muscles tensing in the back of Daisy's legs.Then Daisy pounced.Lesley screamed as the Puerto Rican girl grabbed a handful of Lesley's long blonde hair. Lesley's head flew back as Daisy twisted and then bent her over the small table. Lesley struggled to get away but Daisy was determined to lock Lesley in place.Bent over in this way, Daisy spread Lesley's long legs with her own.Daisy's brown legs and Lesley's white legs looked beautiful together in contrast.Lesley tried.