"Look!" the voice demanded. She could not see him well, just a shadow behind her chair, but she knew he was there. There watching her. Watching her wa...ch herself. She could not close her eyes, could not look away from her naked, open body reflected back in that cold, revealing mirror. She could feel the ties in her hair, the ones holding her to that horrid chair pull again as he released her braid. She had no room for movement in her head, could not turn away from her own image.She could feel. She then turns around and sits on my cock with her back facing me. Her vagina is so loose that it feels like my cock is just barely filling her up. She rides me harder than any performance i've ever had before in my life. I quickly approach climax, but she does not stop riding even though i've filed her with hot cum.The mother continues to ride not once slowing down preventing my boner from going down. This causes some pain, but I am enjoying myself. She continues to ride, and I tell her im. Do you have a number where I can get in touch with him?" Sorry...but he calls in from wherever he's at sometime during the day, to check on the business and he just happened to call me right after you called the store earlier. His voice was very hoarse and he said that he had a bad sore throat." Please have him call me. Bye."******Ben Kline unbuckled his seat belt as he put his car's transmission into the park gear before turning off the car's motor. He glanced at his craggy face in the visor's. She was a real blonde with dazzling brown eyes. Her ass was so big and so round that her cheeks typically hung out of whatever she was wearing. And I knew for a fact that she didn't wear anything under her cheer panties. There was something so dirty about seeing Becca raise her leg and seeing the outline of the lips that were concealed under those light blue bloomers. I always gratified myself after the games were over, and Becca was almost always the object of my self-gratification. On.