" Leave her alone! Oh God, leave her alone!" Betty cried. She couldn't stand to think of Annette going through something like this, especially in fron... of her.David brought the crop down again against her asshole, the resulting pain ending Betty's screaming for the moment."Man, hot ass, hot everything," David muttered.He dropped the crop for a moment, opening his Levi's and letting his fat prick tumble out. Betty stared at his cock as he walked around to the front again, working his fingers up. Plus you would be a breath of fresh air in this old apartment.’ Laysea smiled sadly at the only people in the world who seemed to care about her. Three months had passed since Jason’s death and her life had taken on a new pattern. The day of Jason’s funeral was the last time that she ever showed anyone how upset she was. When she went back to the penthouse to find out when the funeral was she was informed under no circumstance should she be worried about it. It was for family only and she was. "This one says French maid." she announced."Cool." I said, "I'll enjoy seeing you prance around in a French maid's uniform with stockings and everything." Wait a minute bub." she chortled. "The deal was the spouse had to do whatever was on the paper, not the person picking." There is no way I'm gonna dress up as a French maid." I bellowed."You've already used your veto." she pointed out. "I guess you could still have the first one if that's your preference." She was practically giggling as she. It was fat and hard and wet from me, sticking out from his loosened trousers, and I desperately wanted it in my mouth.“Lie on your back,” he said gently. Then he did something else no other man has done before for me.As I lay on my back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, he started to kiss me around my navel area, moving down lower to my stomach. I thought he was going on to eat my pussy again which was full exposed and waiting expectantly. He stopped just above my pubic area and started.