"I think we have a whore on our hands rather than a member of the upper class. Won't our boss be surprised when he sees how wet her cunt is. I think s...e's looking forward to being properly fucked by some real men for a change. Let's get her into the car before I lose control, throw her on the floor and rape her good. I know that's what she really wants for us to do to her. God what a whore this one is! I almost feel sorry for the poor son of a bitch who owes the boss so much money, having to. Your dress is half way up your ass. I can see perfectly see your freshly waxed pussy, your wet inner thighs, the whole length of your legs, your shoes, your feet. You arch your back a bit and turn your head towards me. I grab your head again and tell you to look to the window. You obey and I slowly start kneeling down behind you. My shirt is already on the floor and you wait with anticipation. First you feel my teeth gently biting your ass. With my hands, I pull your blue dress even higher so. It was brilliant. At age 25, I had banked enough commissions to buy a nice house in a good neighborhood that had room for my studio. When I moved in, I was the youngest homeowner in the community. The neighbors were friendly and I invited everyone in the day my furniture arrived for a little party. The family room was on the north side of the house and had terrific light for painting. It was on the edge of the development with a wooded greenbelt behind and the windows were high so it was. I gave her someinstructions, "Kiss him and rub your hands over him."She did as instructed. Well Kevin must have been close already, becauseI got a huge surprise as he came right on my face! Three good shots ofspunk. They landed on my forehead, nose and chin. He didn't even gruntas he came, he was as quiet as a mouse. I was stunned, Taylor saw thisand went, "OH MY," at which she grabbed me and took me into thebathroom. "Thanks so much for the help," she said as she washed off the sperm. "No.