The only person that kept her halfway sane was Sue. Or more precisely, Susan Martha Margolotta Potemnikz. Fellow political trophy wife in the self-sam... situation as Helen. Married to an absentee asshole, disinterested in the wives club scene. The only difference was that she hailed from a wealthy family and could easily afford to split from the impotent creep. But staying married to him pissed off both her husband and both families into the bargain. She was vindictive and Helen loved her for. I stowed it in the bed and locked it inside. Three hours later I stopped in a small farming community and had a meal in a small café. The waitress looked to be about twenty-five and already getting old. She took my order and called it out to the cook. Five minutes later the cook, who looked to be the waitress’ mother delivered the best meatloaf dinner I’d ever had. The café was almost empty. All the people inside were already eating when she delivered my dinner. She pulled a chair out and sat. She was alone, she looks pissed, and she’s wearing one of the dresses we gave her. I think we did her a favor. She looks HOT!!There’s nothing special about the dress, except that it’s so short, and so thin. As she passed me in the hall she had her eyes down and didn’t even see me. But I saw her. I saw her nipples standing up through the thin fabric and I saw her legs all the way up to almost where they come together. I also saw the way the guys are looking at her. Then I saw something else that. Wo free ho gayi thi.. Maine ushki choot ko chood ker aapne kapde utaar diye or aapna lund ushke gulabi lips se laga diya. Wo mast to ker mere lund ko aapne muh main le ker chusne lagi ab mera lund puri taran khada ho ker diya ki choot marne ke liye tayar tha... Maine fir diya ki choot ker hath lagaya ab wo garam ho chuki thi ushne kaha ab raha nahi jata plzzfuck me hard main ish lund ko aapni choot main lene ke liye mar rahi hun.. Daal do plzzz Harmann tum jo bologe wo main kerungi. Maine kaha.