"Hier, den Rest kannst du behalten, du Fettsack."Er nahm das Geld und gab ihr die Virginia-Slims-Schachtel. "Scheiße, du bist ja eine."Sie grinste. "...ch bin eine Goldgrube. Also leg dich nicht mit meinem Zuhälter an. Überleg es dir das nächste Mal gut, bevor du wieder so ein krummes Ding abziehst."Sie schaute auf die Auslage. "Gib mir noch ein paar Menthos. Ich will deinen Geschmack nicht den ganzen Abend im Mund haben."Der Typ wackelte zurück zur Auslage, gab ihr die Menthos und öffnete ihr. She did not even pay them, she paid the Housekeeper and she passed out the staff's pay."I am sorry to inform all of you that I will be closing up the house permanently. All of you will be paid for the remaining month. In fact, you will receive a bonus for the extra duty of packing up all of my keepsakes in a very short time. By Tuesday morning, I will have all the boxes picked up and shipped to the East Coast." Heather, I want you to write up glowing recommendations for all of them. I will sign. The only thing on each one’s mind was getting Bo’s cock into Arielle’s pussy – right now. Bo tore off her Shirt, took one long look at her ass and tossed her panties in the back seat. Arielle, who practically worshipped Bo’s back, remove his necklace to prevent it from breaking.She climbed over the console and straddled his huge, hard cock. Inserting it slowly at first, she let out a small, breathless sigh. She began to slide down his turgid, pulsating shaft, moaning as each inch made its way. I didn't mis-type, your a real cutie at this point my face was bright red. This was new. Really really new. A half second later she sent me a link to her picture. I thought I was looking at it wrong, but I wasn't. She had short blond hair, curves that could make a man commit a crime, deep green eyes, and creamy vanilla skin. Her breasts were at the least a c-cup, maybe even a d-cup.Flame44:kitten666911: you will have to excuse mekitten666911:flame44: why? Is something.