I don't want your money. M. Well what the hell do you want then.He took the phone from me. When he handed it back it was a 15 second video of this gir... gagging on my 9 inch shaft. I feel bad about these pics but to be fair this right little thing takes it lile a champ.M. I don't get it Rick.R. I want that cock.M. What?R. Take your pants off. Or do you want me to give these to your boss?M. Get the fuck out of my house. R. You don't understand. This is not a sale. It's black mail. You don't have. She set her girls to making some garlic bread as I opened the wine and she put the flowers on the dining table."That's so sweet, Martin, you certainly didn't have to do that, the wine was plenty."It was difficult to keep my eyes off her daughters, who were at that age where they seemed to exude sex, Sara, especially, whose breasts were about the size of her mother's, B-cup, I'd guess, maybe C's. Not that Tina's were small, they were the size of nice, ripe oranges and both girls seemed to know. ”“Jake, I didn’t realize what I was doing.”“I understand, Mom, and I don’t want you to feel bad. Sometimes people in relationships act emotionally, not rationally. That’s what I just did. I should have known that I don’t have to worry about your loyalty. Now that you know what’s up, you’ll handle it masterfully the next time. Let’s talk about the bigger problem, how to say no to people.”“I don’t know why it’s so hard for me, Jake. When someone tries to get me to do something, I feel this big. Grabbing her clothing that was strewn round the bedroom Hailey rushed into the en suite and locked the door behind her, before turning on the shower. Ten minutes later Hailey emerged from the bathroom to be greeted by her husband Craig sitting on the edge of the bed talking to Sam in a playful voice. “Have you been looking after your Mistress boy?” said Craig as he ruffled Sam’s fur affectionately and Hailey had to start towelling her hair to stop Craig seeing her guilty face. “It’s great that.