Finally it was my turn to please this amazing man.I took his hand and brought him to the living room,where i had him lay back on the chair.Then i lift...d each of his legs and placed them on the arms of the chair.He had a strange look on his face,not knowing what i had planned for him.I sprayed whipped cream on his chest,cock and balls.I began licking his chest slowly like a cat,looking into his eyes as i moved lower.I was ready to taste every part of him.I spit on the head of his cock and. By the time I got to the artist’s compound I was already out of breath as I stood next to an orange tree, watching Whiskey growl and bark up at Thom who stood looking down from an opened window in the artist’s kitchen. It hissed down at Whiskey, which further infuriated him to bark more. I was trying to quell his anger and drag him away when I felt a bright light on my face that made me flinch. Behind the light, a gruff voice asked: “Who goes there?” I was deeply afraid, knowing fully well I. Sandy, her other daughter, was so mad at her sister, she'd vowed never to speak to her again for as long as she lived.As September settled over Southern California, and the evenings came increasingly early, Jim started getting home just as the dusk was settling in. It was one of these early evenings, as he was pulling up to his parking spot that he almost ran Donna over. She was lying in his parking spot nestled in a pool of vomit and smelling like she hadn't showered in at least a month. Her. “You like my mouth on your hard cock? Treat me like a filthy white whore; it makes me feel good when you say nasty things to me. Treat me like a dirty white slut. Use me. Use me with your superior black cock.” He grabbed her head one last time and started moving it up and down on his dick, fucking her throat like she was a rag doll. Jenny gagged but it only seemed to inspire her to be that much nastier. It seemed she couldn’t get it wicked enough, she was in a zone where she wanted to be.