I tossed the remote onto the bed and raised my legs, resting them on the edge of the bed, letting out a long-drawn breath, I was already bored and as ...y eyes settled on the small white fridge, a nice G&T would go down a treat I thought, and I got up and made my way across to it and opened the small door, happy to see that there was Gin available, but I shuddered momentarily at the thought of the cost, but only momentarily, as I cracked it open and began to pour it into a glass, one that was. To Sybil, at first glance the only difference seemed to be skin color, and this alone was quite perversely erotic. As she looked closer there was no pubic hair at all and Triva's labia lips were longer, fuller and much more meaty than Sybil's. The fact that inside her slit was a wet pink and lighter color skin much like Sybil's that was quite a contrast from the darker brown skin that surrounded it. Her clit though was much different, bigger and the fact that Triva had been abusing it left. You push back against him, urging him to take your body. His hard cock feel wonderful against your skin, trailing a slippery wetness as he rubs against you.He whispers in your ear, "I love you baby but I'm late for work."Pouting, you turn in his arms, and look up at him with eyes that say, "Take me". He kissesyou softly holding you close. His hard cock pressed against the lips of your wet pussy. You must have it. You reach down with your hand and wrap your fingers around his shaft causing him. ‘No I can’t. That’s my point. I need help.’ ‘How much is the whole job worth?’ Odd line of inquiry, but fair enough, I figured she was trying to establish if I was legit. ‘The original contract was for a hundred and nineteen grand. But I’ve negotiated an extra for fifty two grand. Originally I had a leisurely six months to do the work.’ ‘An extra?’ ‘A month and a half into it, they changed the fucking logo. I always wondered why ‘Whistling Swans’ would only have one swan. They made that.