And the sand crab got his interview with the Boss.Things certainly weren't grey and featureless in the Boss' office. Computerised, airconditioned, car...eted and luxuriously furnished, it resembled the executive suite of thousands of big corporations. And the Boss looked like a typical CEO as well – Armani suited, New York haircut, California suntan and that big sincere conman's smile that could be turned off and on like a switch. Unfortunately for the crab it was off when he appeared before the. “Now now Fiona that’s not how good whores behave is it, open your legs for me”.She obeyed instantly; 2 years of being my whore had worked wonders. I unbuttoned her suit trousers and pulled down her zipper and pulled them down a little so her red lacy knickers were visible. Through the lace material a dark thin line of trimmed pubic hair was visible. Fiona had kept her pussy neatly trimmed since I’d fucked her hairy unused cunt the first time, I told her I liked a nice neat pussy, cleanly shaven. As the head of his cock slid from my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the gigantic domed head. My white teeth grazed the tender flesh of his bell end as he groaned loudly. Holding his fertile balls with my left hand, I held the base of his shaft with my right hand, slowly stroking the magnificent length, then sliding my ruby lips over the ultimate cock. I could feel my pussy twitching and tingling, desperate to feel the stretching sensation of his legendary cock once more. Brad looked at my. The road was not smooth and the jerks of the bus helped me to press at her. Widow aunt was almost leaning against me, turned her head back towards me and smiled. I placed my left hand on her fat midriff and then moved towards her navel, holding her tight pressing myself against her, my cock’s hardness pressing her arise in circular motion. There was a slight drizzle, which gradually turned to heavy rain, the early monsoon rain, the earth absorbing the rain water and giving out typical aroma,.