I never watched you.” I placed my hand on the knob and was about to leave when I knew my little scheme had succeeded. Sean was now furious. He grabb...d my waist from behind, lifted my dress up, roughly pulled down my thong and entered me from behind. I moaned. His engorged shaft was right inside me from behind. “Tell me you want me” He ordered. He started thrusting from behind while grabbing my breasts through my linen dress. “Sean… Sean.” I moaned. And then he stopped. He turned me. And maybe I shouldn't. I didn't know, I didn't care. All I wanted was him. Actually him fucking and humiliating me. I didn't give a shit about him as a person or his thoughts. I just wanted him to give me what I wanted. And I was desperate about do or give him whatever necessary for my needs. He knew that and actually he was kind enough to give me what I needed. I knew this was his kindness, he probably could fuck anyone, anytime he wants. He didn't need me, I was not that special for him. I. Lynette responded by pressing back against him, moving her hips against his already swelling cock. ‘Don’t you have to go to work?’ she asked. ‘I just called and said I wasn’t coming in,’ he said, and kissed her on the neck, enjoying the sensation as her soft hair caressed his face. ‘Oh!’ Lynette’s reply came out as a soft moan when his thumbs began to tease the tips of her breasts. She pressed her ass against him and felt his erection pushing against her firm cheeks. ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ Ron. Her head was partly turned into the chest of the man standing behind her. Her eyes gazed upwards to his face and she was smiling at him. A tall black man had his left arm around her waist, his fingers spread just above the waistband of her beautiful panties. His other hand cupped her right breast. He smiled into the mirror. Smiling at me? It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Alison slid the phone’s screen along and another photo filled the screen. He now had both her tits in his large.