At his request, I stood and removed my clothes. He then asked me to sit on the couch and he got between my legs, going down on me like a cat to a bowl...of cream. He began fingering me hard, making me sopping wet by alternating fingers and tongue. He was super-focused on me.As if he had planned it from the beginning, he took my hand and guided me to the bedroom where I lay in silence. He mounted me missionary and pointed his thermos-like cock at me. “Your husband have a cock like this?”“No, sir,”. ”He was looking into his eyes and sucking, stroking his dick simultaneously.“Oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”Jatin ejaculated his loads inside my mouth, and I drank it. It was so hot and thick.I looked into his eyes like a hungry bitch and was still sucking his balls and seeing his dick again growing up. Now I stood up, and we started to kiss. Then he took me up in his arms and carried me to bed.Once he put me down on the bed, he spread my legs and put his thick hard dick in my oozing pussy in. Sarah asked me if she could "do my hair" and I agreed. It something we had down for a long time. Sarah pretended to run a beauty shop and I was her customer. I sat in a chair in her room and she comb my hair with a wire brush. My hair was longer now and she enjoyed styling it. I usually wore my hair in bangs but Sarah brushed my hair back and parted it. She would put some hairspray on it to hold it in place. I didn't mind playing along and actually enjoyed the primping. "Do you mind if. Once again, Tittiefuck was amazed at how stupid the woman was. The blue button was for Mr. Corbin, the red one for Mr. Lorenz, the green one for Mr. Comer, and the Yellow one for Mr. Fink. It wasn't like it was one of those hard phones with all the numbers!Obviously this was another difficult client. Luckily, Tittiefuck knew what to do. She pushed the difficult client button--the big purple one on her desk. The happy pink fog sprayed out of the nozzle on the front of her desk right at the.