As we talked, I walked around and put the curtains on, so the neighbours don’t catch us. I slowly walked up to her, turned the stove off and hugged ...er tightly from the back.“What the fuck are you doing, Arjun?!!” was what I heard. Namitha was taken aback. I held on. I slowly pushed my bulging cock between her ass crack (through my shorts and hers). I moved my hands – left one rubbed her pussy and the right one clenched her breasts. The first minute was kinda hard to handle, but then she let. I had all these girlish dreams of making love with her. Being her wife. They were nothing compared to the real thing: being fucked hard up the ass by a Black futa while Paloma watched.“It's Shelena's cum,” I whispered. “From my butthole.”“I don't care. I just want to love you. Clean you.”I shivered and knew right then and there how this was going to end. What I was going to give her today. I turned around slowly, my small breasts jiggling. The grass tickled my knees. I shuddered, my pussy on. After that, I'm planning to go south, and open up Los Angeles. Can you imagine what the sales volume will be from down there?" Talk to Ed. Tell him I'd be willing to meet with him and at least discuss the possibility. I never did much care for direct selling. I prefer to ship product out by the railway car load, not by the case." I prefer to sell it whichever way makes me the most money. Tell me, how much free cash were you hoping to take out of selling those cleaner locations? Over and above. ” Martha sighed audibly as she watched a male cower at her feet and kiss them willingly for the first time, put to the task by the command of a woman, and worshipping her feet with genuine reverence to the superiority of her own feminine dominance. The sheer pleasure it generated in her feeling of spiteful power over him, had her cunt ooze its juices to her gusset as she clenched the whip, her sexual euphoria rising with every pat of his lips to her shoes. Jenny’s contentment at her cruel smile.