.cold, menacing, unflinching Katie stare..."Which picture looks like you, Michelle; the one wearing pants or theone wearing a skirt, Michelle?" The pi...ture of a person wearing a skirt looks like me, MistressKatie." Then that's where you belong, Michelle. And if this one is everoccupied over the course of the day, then you'll have to use the mainwomen's restroom down the hall, Michelle. Pay attention to whereyou're going, Michelle. Don't let me catch you being thatscatterbrained again,. Pati ke bare me puch to unho ne batya mera divoce ho choka hai. Mane bola sorry .Ok bole kar tea banae kitchen me cali gyi aur banakr gaun phan kar ai aur apni moti gand leker sofe per baith gayi. Mai baar baar unke boobs dekh rha tha aur aur wo mere land ko dekh rahi thi . Mane dekh ke she is smileing me. Mai abhi bhi underwear me tha aur meri haalet dekh kar aunty boli mai tumhari kuch help karoo. Tumne bhi to mera purse chori hoe se bachya hai.Tabhi unty ne bola me ye samjonge ke ye paise. Tom stood up just in time for Kirsty to take his load in her mouth. She swallowed licking her lips at the same time. Kirsty stood up, removed her outfit and bent over with her legs slightly parted, teasing her arse with a finger covered in my pussy juice. "Would you like to fuck my tight arse?" Kirsty asked. "Fuck yes!" Tom replied. "Just say when." "Soon," said Kirsty. "We need to get you rock hard again first so I can feel you force your throbbing cock deep into my arse." Kirsty guided. She normally dominated any similar situation but needs must and she could feel her piece swelling and coming to life in her boxer shorts. She knew that sex was moments away and this was naughty stuff. Manning had used working girls before of course in circumstances resembling these, when her mammoth sex drive had got the better of her. Picking a prostitute up off the street was different though, much more dangerous, her pulse raced as they turned into a fairly secluded park. "Follow me,".