‘Are you? I don’t think so.’ He let the weight of both breasts settle in his palms. ‘Is this how you’ll exact you’re revenge?’ ‘So you...figured it out? You’re smarter than you look.’ ‘So you think you can fuck me to death?’ ‘I’m going to try.’ ‘Who’s in charge?’ She stopped mid-cantor, looked him dead in the eye, ‘You so own me,’ she said, bent down to suck his tongue for a moment and started up again. They beamed at each other. ‘By the way, what happened to me last night?’ ‘I have no idea. It. He grabbed me by the ear and pulled me down off the bench and pushed me to my knees, his cock inches from my face. Then he shot his load all over my upturned face! Just like in a porno movie! I felt the warm spurts - one, two three hot slops of cum splashed against my hot face! I was fuckin' PASTED! The guy quickly dressed and walked out of the booth without saying a word, leaving me there on the dirty floor, naked, my face slopped, his cum hanging like tinsel from my nose and chin. I had never. “Too much?”I shrugged. “I think that’s up to you, but I’m sure anybody who sees you wouldn’t mind though, especially since that’s all you’re wearing.”She giggled and pulled the shirt off. “It was the biggest shirt she had,” she said, tossing it on the bed. “She’s got a smaller waist and hips than me, so everything to cover me from the waist below is out of the question.” She shook her head. “I knew she was small, but not that small.”I nodded and we left the bedroom. Jordan picked up the sheet. ‘You’ve made dodgy declarations all over the place, Miss Hancock, and that looks more like a deliberate attempt to defraud the Inland Revenue of it’s legitimate tithe than an act of innocence.’ ‘The errors were never intentional, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to correct them, Mr Weevil.’ The visitor grimaced and tugged at a badly knotted tie that had the colour of gravy. Long fingers complimented his lean features which were not improved by greasy brown hair parted on the left and.