He threw my door open and lifted me up like a real lady, carrying me to the back of the truck. Not once did he set me down on the asphalt. I helped hi... open the back and he set me inside, following me in and closing the door behind him. He lit his Zippo just in time to see me fall to my knees, pulling his cock back out from the tuck job he had done to simply hide it back in his slacks. It was still free of his underwear and still throbbing. “Get it nice and fucking wet you nasty little slut.”. . another wonder session was captured at night. In fact, only a couple nights later. The best part was as I reviewed recordings from the preacher and preacher wife's room, I realized Jaimie was masturbating the same time her p______ents were fucking in the other room, where she could no doubt hear them.Again, what wonderful video for future use, when I finally show her!It was a Tuesday night about eleven and she was reading, then she stopped, listened turning her ear towards their room and. My body starts to tremble with the pleasure of the vibrator and his fingers. I look at the Sultan and see his robe has parted and his cock is hard and ready. His eyes are watching with anticipation. He dips his hand deeply into the oil and then pushes 4 fingers in and out of me. Twisting his wrist each time she plunges into me. I watch the Sultan pleasure himself while I'm fighting not to climax. He turns up the speed of the vibrator in my ass, massages my clit harder and continues to. "Isn't that a little dangerous?"She looked over at him. Her hair covered her right eye, but the other one seemed to bore into his insides. "And why would it be dangerous?" she asked. "You said yourself, you're not a mobster." Well I'm not," he said. "But we just met. You're being awfully trusting." If I find out I can't trust you, I'll just cut your balls off," she said carelessly."What?!" His voice held shock."Aren't YOU being awfully trusting?" she said, glancing at him.They picked up.