Since joining the circus, the performers had received little compensation other than their food and security. The promise of further reward for improv...ments in our production brought smiles to several of the faces that had been doubtful.Of course, I hadn't taken any of the reward from today's gate. I provided it myself. But tomorrow, if things worked the way I expected, I would be able to skim the rewards before Bandy ever saw the take.The second day actually saw an improvement all the way. Both were screaming like harpies and cussing like drunken sailors, hubby was butt-fucking her violently and spanking her ass real hard as she fast-fucked her mushrooming pussy with a real, not a miniature souvenir baseball bat. Holy Shit! I was mesmerized!It was a wooden bat, a Louisville Slugger, no newfangled aluminum bat. I admired her traditionalism. There, placed neatly on top of the dresser next to a baseball covered with Atlanta Braves' autographs, was the same full sized bat. How. . getting into fights with whoever we’re working with.” Poor boy, panting and squirming with pleasure, completely unaware Natasha was watching.“Come, stand for a moment, so I may lie down for you,” she said as she let go of her bust, leaned back so the cum-soaked, heavy breasts slid off of him and impacted against her with gravity — as intended — and stood.The boy hopped up, big grin on his face. A prime moment for Antoinette to turn, and glance Natasha’s way.Oh? The girl’s head was inching. Us vakt exciement se areola ubhar ayi thi aur nipple kadi ho gayi thi. Meine pahele halake sparsh se sara stan sahalaya, baad men mutthi men liya. Nipple ko chipati men le kar masala. Didi ke munh se aah nikal padi. Chipati chhod meine nipple ko munh men liya, jibh se tatola aur chusa. Didi bhi nitamb hilane lage. Kai der tak mein didi ke stan saath khelata raha. Ab vo meri god se sarak kar jamin par aa gayi. Mere pant ke aar paar us ne lund tatola. Meine belt khol di. Aath inch ka kada lund us.