She wanted more. He felt her quiver against his cock. “Slutty girl, coming so quickly for Faheed,” he said.Megan wanted all of his cock inside her... but even more – she wanted his seed. She craved it. Before she entered his shop, she had no thoughts of kids until after marriage in her perfect life plan.He began to fuck her quicker and quicker, his old balls clacking against her pussy. He grabbed her hands behind her back and used her arms as leverage.“You feel so good, girl, Faheed might cum too. If only she could have my children then I would have a reason to leave the mess that my marriage had become and start afresh with someone who would give me love in the same way as I gave to her.With this thought I moved further down her body. Her whole crutch was a mess of our juices. Sperm has been leaking from her slit as we talked and down across her but hole which had the telltale signs that at some stage it had been abused. I made a little mental note to ask her about it if the opportunity. She quietly set the tea before Lucinda on the desk and stood by while she finished her prayer, picked up the tea, and took a sip. In the middle of her second sip, the newspaper was dropped onto her desk.The front-page photo was of her, covered in the corpses of multiple pies. It was an English-language paper instead of her usual Italian; and the headline above it read “Lucinda’s Lock-In Lists Loony-Toons.” She looked up at the maid. She saw me. Hi, my name’s Susan Bailey. (Sorry for the unusual. Thinking that everyone was looking at me, I straightened my legs out and placed my hands over my dick and squeezed away hoping that no one was watching me. Who was I k**ding? Naive or what? We were all in there to watch porn, get horny and wank and that was what everybody was doing. I continued moving my hand over my trousers and caught out the corner of my eye the guy next to me moving. I turned to see what he was doing and was transfixed as he pulled his dick out and started wanking. I didn't.