To wo boli pata nahi mane kaha dekhe aap kitna bhari hai wo boli utha paoge maine jhat se utha lia unka gand mere hato me tha maine is tarah se uthaya...tha ki unku sadi ghutno tak aa gayi thi.Par wo care nahi ki kyounki unko pata tha ki maine unhe kitne baar dekha hai aur sayad ye bhi samajhti thi ki ye abhi bachha haii rat rat hogayi ghar par koi nahi tha. Wo boli mere sath so jao maine han kar di aur soch lia jo bhi ho jay ajj to chod kar hi rahunga khana kha ke hum sone chale gaye main chachi. He knows what he has to do. He has been taught well about what is expected. He lowers himself on his knees between the perfects legs. Donald can see the outline of his large, hard, cock in front of his face.Donald gulps, this is the beginning of his submission to his tormentor. He lifts his hands and unbuckles the perfect’s belt. Then unbuttons his pant. Donald feels the trembles running through him as he lifts his index finger and thumb to pull the fly down.Now the worst part. Donald. She was shaking ‘ow I’m sorry daddy, please…. Ah stop’, but soon enough I could hear her moaning and panting against the desktop. With my hand still wedged between her legs, spanking her juicy pussy nice and hard I took a step back to admire the view. Her thick round ass, legs spread stretching out the soaking panties at her ankles. My cock was hard again and throbbing, aching for the nasty lil cunt that was juicing all over my hand as I slapped it. I pulled her up by her hair nibbling on her. ”Michael noticed her when she first walked into the bar. A tall, voluptuous blonde with curves as twisting as a road, is not someone easily missed. He immediately wanted to vault from his stool to greet her, maybe even buy her a drink, but he thought better of it. Better to wait and see how she turns away the other men before approaching.Glancing at his watch, he decides it is time. He watched as she turned away man after man. Though he couldn’t hear the words each of them spoke, he saw.