"I-I wouldn't say anything so odd like that, but ... well, to be honest, things always seem a little odd around this Inn, like the staff acting like t...ey're flying high on drugs or something."I can be honest with her. I can explain it, and she'll understand. "Cindy, yes, I sort of ... I did something to you," Jason said. "I altered your behavior."Cindy stared at him, wide-eyed. "A-are you serious?" Very serious. I made you want to suck only my cock."Jason was relieved at how easily the words. Her face radiated with joy and the nipples swelled. They were equisite and I leaned forward and kissed each one with the affection one might pay tribute to some religious icon. They were the Tits of Saint Julia. She tossed her head back and laughed. My hand moved like a flash to her cunt. The bristling hair was a delightful sensation against my flesh and the texture of her cunt was damp and swollen, opening for me like some exoitc wild flower that I had discovered. I seemed to transcend my own. His face was leveled with her womb. He immediately grabbed her hips and started sucking her shaven mound.Anita closed her eyes and she moaned with pleasure.Then he grabbed her shoulders and made her get on her knees.My sensual cheating wife opened her wet mouth and he tried to make her suck his hard cock. But suddenly Ana smiled and she closed her red lips.He slapped her face; but Ana kept her mouth shut.Then he pinned her brutally down on bed and mounted her from behind. Pulling apart her. Alison climbs out of the rear of the cab. She’s looking neat and tidy with a tight white blouse and a neat knee length skirt – both of which she straightens out.Right after she gets out, the driver’s side door opens, and the driver emerges. He’s a middle-aged turban wearing Indian guy with a hefty beer belly. Alison walks toward the building and the driver follows, pausing to lock his taxi with the keyring remote.Inside our building, Alison walks along the corridor from front office to studio,.