"I need to take your measurement," she says as she drags me along. I am forced to trail along or rudely rip my arm way from her. The back is even more...massive and messy."Please Nosis, could you strip and stand on the stool," she gestures to the little step stool in the middle of the room.I give a little giggle because I had only just finished putting the clothes on to walk over here and now she telling me to take them off."Anything you want, Diva," I say having no idea that I was going to. "You ... you fucked my bum". He could hardly believe what she had said and by the time he thought up an appropriate answer she was beginning to cry. Such an emotion would have had other husband's offering sympathy and even an apologize, however, for Mick that was not on the agenda. Instead he offered a compromise. "I know how to cure that", he said."How?" she blubbered."Come here", he said as he bent her over the table. "Stay", he said as though talking to a dog if he had one. "I will be back. She leaned down, her gaze intent on her lips before closing her eyes with the touch of their mouths. Wetness slickened Jasmine’s pussy lips, her panties smearing it against her as she shifted her weight. Randy stepped closer, plunging her hand into her blonde hair, forcing her to step backward until her bare shoulders hit the wall behind her. She let out a gasp when the other girl broke their kiss. The brunette’s open mouth searched her neck as her hot breath blew over her skin. Closing her. I walked onto the site and towards an older white man, I asked, "Do you know where I can find Bart?" Seventh floor," the man said, barely looking at me.I hoped I would be ignored like that for the rest of my time there. I walked up to the seventh floor, which was a bit exhausting, apparently I wasn't in great shape, and found four men sitting down, obviously on their coffee break. Two of them were black. I froze not sure what I was getting myself into.Yet, my hunger for cum took over yet again.