The glass slipper still fits like a glove because I don't have feet like pigs trotters, unlike a certain someone.Dear Cinders,Fuck you, bitch. Fuck yo... and your vapid, inane Fairy Tale existence. And next time you catch Charming giving the babysitter or the live-in help a bit of a good seeing to, don't go bringing your stupid teary face around here looking for sympathy.And if I ever see that shitty glass slipper of yours, I'm going to use my gargoyle face to shatter it into a million. You need to be more dismissive of our husbands and at the same time more directive. Basically, you need to really own us,” she said.“The couples need to know they’ve crossed a line they will never cross back,” Elaine continued. “The husbands need to see and hear that from that point on they will always be secondary to their wives’ black bulls. And the wives need to see their pussies are owned by black men. You’re not borrowing a white wife for a bit of fun, you’re taking her, fucking the hell. I was so hot, I had to get off. I carded not if the camera was watching or if anyone could hear me moaning softly. I was beyond waiting, I needed relief, as I was so turned on by these guys looking me up and down as I modeled revealing outfits for my Poppy. My fingers were completely buried inside my hungry pussy, looking in the mirror, as I watched them plunging in and out of my saturated hole. I began rubbing the cum from my fingers onto my bullet shaped nipples then pressing them between my. Jones nodded and said “Now come here and bend over my desk.” Sara did and Mr. Jones undid his belt and zipper and pulled his 7 inch hard cock out. He then lifted up Sara’s skirt and then he pulled down her pink panties. Sara groaned and she can’t help but think that all this happening has made her extremely horny.She wiggled her ass uncomfortably. Mr. Jones then pushed a finger into her pussy. He said “Oh my new little whore. You want this so bad don’t you? I can’t tell, you’re cunt is so wet!”.