You could call the law on me. You beat up a white woman, though not a Hispanic whore this time. You might even get in trouble. I am not worried about ...hat though. I’ve been in prison, Steve. You know what they’d do to nice, pretty boys like you?”Ernesto made a humping motion from behind the camera as if it wasn’t obvious that he was implying they would be raped by the other inmates.“You are making Ernesto horny, Steve. You can call the law, you can call your Daddy, you can refuse to come back.. She stepped off the bus and he grabbed their bags, the wheels noisy on the asphalt. Her glance made him pick up and carry them. A successful businesswoman, employees and vendors strived to fulfill her expectations. Yet the power she wielded over this one man aroused her. Planlessly, she led him to her car.He knew he should have ignored her in the terminal. He knew he should turn and walk away now. He saw possibilities: begging her to take him back, delivering her bag and departing, rushing home. " His grip tightened, then his hips started thrusting into my mouth. "You're such a quick learner," he moaned. "Take my dick, slut!"I relaxed, letting him use me as hard as he wanted; I was his slave, after all! It was so exciting being at her mercy while kneeling on the classroom floor. My thumb found my hard clit, massaging the bud with hard, slow circles while my fingers wiggled deeper inside my pussy."An advanced technique of fellatio is known as 'deep-throating'. The girl relaxes her. "She delivered this almost as if it had been rehearsed. I could tell she was not happy about the situation and was probably rolling her eyes except she was staring at the floor. Her mom walked into the foyer at that moment, smiled and said "Hello, I hope you don't mind." I replied "Not at all" and then I took a moment to look the two women.While the mother seemed very much at ease, the daughter continued to to look nervously at the floor and kept her arms stiffly at her sides like she was.