Abby’s husband.“Thank you, Sir,” the blonde girl managed, her voice still shaking, her legs still spread wide.I noticed that she’d left a smal... puddle on the leather before the screen went black and then bright blue again. Unsure of what to say or do, I simply sat there, stunned and staring, my thoughts in chaos, my mouth dry as my earlier fantasy of Mr. Vandermeer fucking me up against the hallway wall began teasing me again.Behind me, I could hear the sound of Mrs. Vandermeer taking another. Soon enough the doorbell rang, and Hayden had her gather all the women in the living room. Having them kneel in a straight line horizontally, she stood in front like he had told her.When the door opened, she was surprised to find some familiar faces among those that entered. While she didn't recognize one of the men, three of them were from her office, and among those three, one was her boss, while the other one was her best friend Edgar, who everyone called Eddie.She looked at her master with. She was drunk and it wasnt gettin in to her head so i stood her up off the toilet and started kissing her.She was reluctant at first but got into it pretty quick.So i slipped my hand down her jeans and her pussy was so wet my finger slipped in straight away and she let out a moan.I couldnt get another finger in cause her jeans wer so tight so she pulled open the buttons and pulled them down.I was able to get another finger in and within seconds she was groaning and squirting all over my hand.I. Then continued: “I’m the one to blame here, so proud. This boy is moved by an old woman!!” I said: “You’re not old; just a chick that has just made a show for me here. You got me a real hard on!! She stared at me teasing… “Come on, flatterer, you creep, I wonder who might have taught you so fine manners, Mr. sugar daddy?” She added: “Ok, let’s keep on. Want a soda? You drink it while I’m in the shower and get dressed… ah don’t you dare to peer through the key hole, you little rascal.” I was.