I was curious why, but itwasn't my place to ask."Anyway," he continued, shaking his head slightly. "The house is yoursto film as you please. My wife a...d I will try to stay out of your way." Oh," I said. I hadn't thought about someone actually living here. "Ihope we aren't intruding." It's okay, Sarah," he replied, smiling again. "I want to do this. Iwant you to use the house in your video. It deserves to be shared withall of the princesses out there."He had that look of longing in his eyes once. The day came to a close and we boarded the coach back to work. The working day was through and, as it happened, the coach passed through places where many of those onboard lived. The further into our journey we got, the less people were onboard, choosing instead to jump out near their houses rather than face an extra trip from the city centre. From roughly 20 suddenly there were just 5 of us left and the coach pulled up outside our office block. We made our way off the coach and all stood. "She smiled and replied, "Joan, then."Ken took a good look at the woman. Smartly dressed in a fashionably short skirt and a tailored jacket, she was a fit woman who looked to be in her early forties. Ken felt a pretty strong pull from her, but wanted to keep focused on the matter at hand.They walked to her office and sat down."Before we get started Ken, perhaps we should discuss what level of property you are in the market for," she said with a pat smile.Ken smiled back. It was a fair question.. It was so damn wet. She was moaning. “ooohhhh ahhh. Aur zor se meri choot ko chato. Insert it in my chooot.” With my free hand I ribbed her clit and rolled it with my fingers, “aaaaahhhh.oh..oh..it feels so good”, she felt so good and so wet.I ran my hand down the crack of her ass and rubbed her cunt lips from behind. She was so wet already, my fingers slid right in her choot, she started to move away but I pulled her back to me, running my hand up her stomach over her tits, pinching her.