.." Are you just going to look?" she said. With one hand she brushed a lock of hair away from her brown eyes."Miliana..." Anna." ... Anna... I..." Let...me explain how this works." She took a step forward. "You're very handsome. Very charming, but I don't love you." ... this..." Shh..." she hissed softly. "My heart belongs to someone else. You think I'm beautiful; you can hardly look at me without blushing and going mute. I know what's been going through your mind the past few days. But you don't. Two dressedin jeans, clearly men, and one woman in a short skirted dress. Beyondthat was the rows of toilet stalls, and finally the last one.The stall door creaked as it opened revealing Camille, her arms spreadand pressed against the walls. Her shirt was gone now and her breastshung open to the air, her nipples like little chocolate drops, dark andinviting. I stepped inside and she pushed the door shut behind me.As she held the door closed with one hand she used the other to unzip herpants. . "Go get fucked, that is, with anything but this. By daddy, Gary, Uncle Matt, even Gramps for all I care. But this cock is nobody else's but mine!"But Betsy was far too horny to take no for an answer. She rushed the bed, grabbing for an end of the dildo to use on herself. In the struggle between mother and daughter, half the dildo popped free of Millie's ass, smeared with her caramel-colored shit."I'll show you how far I'm willing to go," Betsy vowed.Then she was down at Millie's crotch,. "Was haben Sie jetzt vor" stotterte sie."Es ist relativ simpel. Entweder ich gehen mit den Beweisen zur Geschäftsführung. Du fliegst fristlos aus dem Unternehmen und bekommst eine Strafanzeige. Kein anderes Unternehmen wird dir je wieder einen Job geben." sagte er und pausierte kurz."Oder?" fragte sie in Gedanken, dass er von dem Geld was haben wollte.Mit einmal spürte sie seine Hand auf ihrem Knie."Oder wir gehen jetzt auf dein Zimmer..." hauchte er leise zu ihr rüber.Empört stieß sie seine.