I pushed her towards the table and spun her around so that she facedit; without any further niceties I pushed her over it, face down andtold her"Get y...ur head down and your ass up bitch, Daddy wants' some cunt."Quickly pulling up her skirt to expose her perfect, peachy ass, thenwith a good slap I prepared my assault. I struggled to reach down intothe back pocket of my jeans which were down by my ankles by this time;I found the small tube of lube that I always carried."Who's bitch are you. I did tell her about a woman from work who recently divorced that I would love to invite, and I feel she would be very interested in joining. She asked me who it was, and I told her it was Paula. Paula is a small five-foot one-inch woman about one hundred and eighteen pounds with a beautiful set of 34C tits. Maria smiled because she knew who I was talking about and agreed with my choice. Maria asked me if she thought Paula would be interested. I told her I felt she would because I got the. Was I wealthy? Was I impoverished? Was I beautiful? Was I hideous? Was I loved or was I despised? Was I an emperor or was I a slave? No such distinctions matter after death. In death all of us are equal. ‘You speak of death as a misfortune, but fortune has nothing to do with it. Death is fated to us all. Not even the happiest or the luckiest of men can avoid death, and if they did, they would surely be called unhappy and unlucky. Imagine a deathless existence. Your eyes clouded white from. I listened to her gasps as I ran my hand up her slit. My finger eventually hit her clit which caused her to immediately buck into my hand. “Ohh that felt so good. Keep that up baby,” she exclaimed with pleasure evident in her voice. I ran my fingers in light circles over her clit, driving her closer and closer to what I hoped would be a great orgasm for her. “I’m gonna cum all over your hand. Please make me cum,” she all but begged. She was moaning loudly with her eyes closed tightly. Seeing.