It turned out her name was – Gracy and she was a filipino working in Singapore. Now this girl was really something. She had a kind of very innocent ...ook about her, fair and sexy lips. She wasn’t very tall, around 5’4″ but had a body to die for. She had a curvy figure of 36-29-35 and with that short height, her boobs would stand out even more making her look like a real sex goddess. Now what happens is that for Chinese guys, they treat the filipina girls like a low-caste and anyways they were. Sharon was on her knees and Judge Cooke was behind her. I could see his hard cock going in and out of her pussy. I really began to feel excited. I could hear him talking to her. He was asking, Did you like watching me fucking under the stairs? Sharon answered, Yes Daddy. but I wanted you to be fucking me He said, Dont be mad at Daddy, you know you are my special girl, you are my Princess. He was steady fucking her. He never stopped, even when he was talking to her. I watched and listened as. "Reckon this is later, then," she said. "I ain't never had no white man. Massa here, he leave us alone mos'ly, wife's like a hawk, watches everything." Up to you," I said, turning her around in my hands so her back was to me and exploring her breasts and belly. She was firm all over."You want t'pay me for doin' it?" she asked as I drew her dress up to her hips and stroked her fuzzy mound."Nope," I said."Why not?" She turned and worked on my waist buttons. "I hear tell some do." Tain't right," I. When she got there, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one wanting breakfast at that time. The kettle was boiling and a couple of mugs were standing prepared with teaspoons inside. Just by the kettle was a bread board with a plastic bag of sliced wholemeal bread and organic margarine. There also was Emma: her bare behind sticking suggestively out as she leant over to look in the cupboards, quite as beautiful from behind as from anywhere else. Josephine heart leaped as the eroticism of Emma’s.