“Sounds like you have a lot pent up inside of you, Your Majesty.” Mikha’El rested an arm over her shoulder. “That isn’t healthy, you know. Y...u need to release all that tension and relax.” “Maybe a massage would work. You wouldn’t mind touching my back, would you, Mikha’El?” “I’ll start with it, thank you very much.” Mikha’El put both hands onto Hatshepsut’s back and caressed it. The soft feel of her skin on his fingertips rekindled his glee inside. She purred. “Ah, that feels better already.. It was a good thing that Sarah hadn’t looked inside, because there were the four pairs of panties he’d confis**ted from the bitch squad the day before! He shook his head and grabbed the marker, then shrugged and said “What the hell.”First, he untucked the woman’s shirt in the back and pushed it up. Like before, he wrote “I AM A BITCH” across her back, and then lower down the more specific “I push people out of my way and take up more space than I should with my bag.” Then he removed her shoes. Ray was living proof to the widespread myth of big black cock. I felt sure the Negro had the largest dick my wife had ever encountered. Despite her loose pussy, I wondered if she could take it."Wow, you're big," my wife mumbled, sharing my thought while hefting the heavy piece of soft meat in one hand."Don't worry, it'll fit," Ray replied with a patronizing smile to Patty's unspoken question. "Now, suck it."Dipping her face downward as she skinned back his prick's foreskin to reveal the flaring. Rushing towards the front door, I hear my father shout out, “She’s got you on the hook. Now she’s drawing you out,” my father called out, as they both commenced to laugh. “Ha Ha Ha.”With the roof down on the Wrangler, I floored the accelerator. I drove to Larnaca as fast as possible, trying not to break any driving laws. Reaching my destination, Helen was standing at the entrance of her apartment. She was holding her mobile with one hand, while the other was furiously tapping on the screen..