She turned back to me and began stripping down with a sultry slow dance. I just watched, mystified by her beauty.She kissed me and I grabbed her tits,...which were pretty good sized, especially for her height. Her lips worked down my neck as she took my shirt off. She unzipped my pants and with my help we got them off. My cock was already hard. It stood at it’s seven inches, raring to go. She smiled up at me as she took the tip into her mouth. It felt so good as her tongue explored my rod. She. He was careful to put onhis Jockey shorts, but he wished that he had a clean pair of panties toslip up his legs. In fact he wished that he could get dressed thismorning in panties, dress, kneesocks and a pair of Mary Janes (or whatever they called those neat shoes that Diane and Tammy often wore.)Realizing that plan was out of the question he donned his usual boringold shirt, pants socks and sneakers and slowly went down to breakfasthoping that no one would raise the issue of a six year old boy. Morgan could only grunt and nod. Pulling out his fingers, the black cock wrapped in a white condom was soon pushed against the loosely puckered ass hole. First time in his life, Morgan really felt being torn apart, his ass was spreading that much as the horse sized cock head glided in. The shooting pain suddenly came to halt when the black guy relaxed the inward pressure, letting the ass to adjust to his size. A he resumed the fucking thrusts, Morgan could feel his ass lips flex and relax back. Greta was visibly content with her work, enjoying her days off, when she walked freely around the city, ogling the displays in the shops, so different from those in her native Romania. During Greta’s second week at the house, my Mistress’s sister Maria paid her a visit one evening, and I was summoned to meet the two sisters in the library. I had a good idea what that would entail, especially when my Mistress said, ‘And please dress appropriately, Julie dear – I’m sure you know what I mean.’ .