My pussy were soaking wet ...throbbing ...my body shivered ...I was hungry for a black cock again ...like a drug addict ...wanting one so bad.He pulle... his pants back on.I went back outside."You know I will have to tell Mike about this ....right." I said."I cannot loose my job ...please I am sorry for this ...I will do anything." he begged."Charles ...you work for us ...you cannot do this." I said."Now ...get back to work ...before Mike gets home." I said.He left ...I went back inside and took. Just a couple of years ago I had a lovely old man on my books called...well, we'll call him Gerald.Gerald was 84 and a veteran of World War 2. He couldn't really get about much and spent his days at home in his armchair. It was my job to make sure he'd eat, got some small bits of exercise, test his BP and that he wanted for nothing. I soon learned that despite his age, Gerald was still very young at heart!I was in his kitchen one day making us both a cup of tea when I felt some stirrings in my. They stretched her beyond what would have been impossible even in the physical world. She screamed with pain and pleasure.Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her puckered lips never had the chance not to be wrapped around a massive dick or two. In that room, Anastasia wasn’t human. She was a plastic object which men passed around to please their animalistic needs. They came all over her perfectly rendered face, one after the other, their semen stunningly simulated to flow over. Groaning, hunching upwards, he clutchedConrad's hips and moaned as he jetted his sperm-packets upwards into theblond hunk, and Conrad moaned, his butt clenched Jim's cock and as Jim'sorgasm concluded, his cock still hot and dripping in Conrad's ass, Conradsprayed the driver's seat and passenger seat's backs with a heavy flow ofblond-headed, blue-eyed, handsome-face bearing jism which left darkcrescents upon Jim's upholstery. Panting, exhausted, Jim found to hisannoyance that his mind turned to.