DJ felt like her body was on fire. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle. Dj didn’t know whether she wanted to scream, moan, cuss, or thank the Lord f...r this dickin that she was getting. Ian could tell by the sounds that DJ loved this. Her pussy was so tight and so wet. Ian loved the sight of that round ass backing up on his dick. “Whose pussy is this?” the only reply heard was a moan. “Whose pussy is this,” Ian asked again as his hand connected wit DJ’s ass. Again, a moan was the only response. They both heard a noise and froze, it was her parents. If they were seen, she would never be allowed to see or speak to him again! Her father walked out of the master bedroom, passed them and went to the bathroom. Lucky for her they were not seen. Sophie wanted to run up the stairs and into her bedroom but Dave held tight on to her waist, making his fat cock twitch inside her tight cunt. She wanted to moan hard for him but she knew she couldn't. Dave started to slowly slide his cock in and out. I think that if you decide to move forward you’ll do well. You have good taste and I can’t imagine it won’t sell quickly.”“Well, with you in charge I can’t imagine it wouldn’t be fast.” It was out of my mouth before I realized how it sounded. Granted, I meant it just exactly as it sounded. But, I was walking a fine line here!“I’ll need to go back to the office to put together the proposal on price and marketing, but if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you the reports I brought and we can talk. ' Melody was an extra good tipper and he was glad to take part of his night off for the money. Martin – sorry, 'Jacques' – was a large, powerfully built man who was well endowed. Melody would be well serviced tonight.He arrived at 9:30 local time and came in through the back door. Melody particularly liked that euphemism, and the symbolism of having her sex toy come in through the rear. Not that Jacques would be getting any of that particular kink. No, Melody just wanted it straight and long.