She’s already filled with cum as you would expect Sir.” Connor nodded and the blonde girl looked up at him with wide eyes as he passed close to h...r. His thick hand momentarily grasped her round her throat and she struggled a little as he squeezed. This was not at all what she had expected when she had accepted the secretarial role at the big house. He released her and moved on. “And how did she perform?” he questioned. Miss Stevens stood before the captive blonde and placed her palms over. ‘Why do you paint?’ The words tumbled from my lips, and I could only permit them to escape. ‘Why do I paint?’ He played with the question, repeating it to himself. ‘That’s the first thing you’ve ever said to me that hasn’t been a stiff response to a question of mine, do you realize that?’ I sighed and became silent again, ‘wait, wait, wait,’ he spoke with an apologetic tone, reaching out to me, ‘I’ll answer you. Painting is… art.’ He paused for a moment. ‘But why do you do it? I know it is. Chod mujhe aur apni behn ki chut phad ke uska bhosda banade. I also started teasing her and finally started inserting my tool in her pussy. I gave a jerk and she shouted in pain nikal saale behnchod ………. Maar daala mujhe …… Saale lund hai ya khamba ……. But I didn’t stop and inserted my full penis in her and started ramping her. Now she was also enjoying it aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ……… Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………. Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ……. Coommooooonnn fuckkkkkk meeeeeee you. Let’s go there for lunch. If you want to go to the Art Museum, we could do that, or the Natural History Museum, the Shedd Aquarium, or the Adler Planetarium.”“Oooh! The Planetarium sounds cool. Let’s have lunch, then we can go there.”We walked to my car and Stephie laughed when she saw it.“Oh, not the Turbo model?” she asked playfully. “I guess you aren’t Burt Reynolds!”“The turbo was like $2000 more and the car magazines said it sucked. This has a regular V8 and it can move pretty damn fast..