He arrived in a new town, in a new country, and had to start all over again in both his professional as well as his personal life. ***It must have bee... the change of scenery, the fresh perspective, that gave him his idea. This time he wasn't going to randomly find women and only then figure out if they were into any of his kinky preferences. This time he was going to focus his search. Make the right girls come to him, instead of the other way around. Make sure they knew exactly what they were. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began riding up and down on his cock while she moaned how good it felt.Mike still had not gotten any action, so he came over behind me. He began to rub my ass cheeks. I let out a moan. He rubbed his hand up the crack of my ass and began to probe my hole with a finger. He then spit on my ass and worked a second finger in me. I let out another moan as he teased my ass. I finally took the cock out of my ass and begged him to shove his big hard cock in my. Three years in a group home for delinquent girls as well as finding out that your parents’ best friend embezzled all of their money leaving you destitute can certainly shrink your moral fiber and trust in society. I walked into the entrance way and a gasp escaped my lips. It was the most beautiful hallway I had ever seen. It was bathed in bright white light and was painted in pure white tones with framed stunning black and white photographs everywhere. There was a huge ornate, white antique. "Good Evening, Miss Slater. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long." Oh no, Mr. Peters. Sam here has been showing me the ropes and making me feel at home. And do call me Eve, please." All right, Eve," Mike laughed. "We don't stand on formality here, so you might as well call me Mike."Mike felt more at ease when Sam had ambled off to attend to the animals already milked. He felt a warm friendliness exuding silently from Eve, and it comforted him somehow, as he was still stinging from.