The zipper led all the way to the top of her pelvis before it stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t go any further, but now was the h...rd part. ‘Okay, which leg is it?’ he humbly asked. He didn’t need to reach in and find out he was going on the wrong leg. It was a 50/50 shot, but he didn’t like those odds. ‘Right, Spidey,’ she honestly replied. She decided to throw him a bone, and then perhaps later he’d throw her one. Nodding, he began to tuck his fingertips under the tight. His right hand fell from her arm and was quickly lifting her skirt and under her panties before she could take a breath. her head fell back to the glass as his hand rubbed her saturated pussy. "Fuck yes!" she moaned. "You're like a bitch in heat aren't you? Do you want to be daddy's little slut tonight?" he asked as he bit her left earlobe. "Yes!" she moaned. His left hand came up and slapped her right breast. "Tell Daddy you want to be his slut tonight!" he almost whispered into her ear as he. .looks like someone fucked up," he said. Batuco laughed. "We just goin in to fold sheets, boss," he told the guard. The guard laughed. "Yeah, ok, whatever you say," he said, unlocking the door. Batuco dragged me inside. "How long you gonna be?" the guard asked. "Bout an hour, boss," Batuco said. The guard closed the door and I heard the lock turn. My heart sank."Get you shit off," Batuco said. I began undressing, all the while babbling and begging him not to hurt me. "I'll be good, Daddy," I. The morning routine was natural to Michelle now, not that it hadn't beenbefore her weeks holiday from the store but with quality time as herself itwas even more so. Already smooth, soft and moisturized all over a quickwarm shower brought her back to her dressing table.She was glad that she had awoken early when she realized that a few thingsneeded attention. Using her magnified mirror she plucked a few unmasculinehairs from her brows and, assessing the time, filed her nails and appliedher.