I mean, well, respectfully, Sir, you're wealthy and all, and we know you help out a lot of people..." Frustrated, he tried again, "Well, Sir. We saw s...mething we thought you needed to know about. Sir, if we had the money we wouldn't be here asking you..."Jeff got up and brought the newly filled carafe over to the table and poured for each of them. "Cream or sugar?"When both troopers responded negatively, Jeff put the pot back and resumed his seat. "Let's cut to the chase. What do you want me to. She avoided looking at her reflection as she discarded her work clothes and hung them on the doorknob and tied her shoulder length ginger curls back into an untidy bun. She could barely make eye contact with herself, let alone gaze upon the hills and valleys of her voluptuous, alabaster-white nude body in the bathroom mirror. The hot water felt good. Standing in the bath beneath the streaming, steaming shower head, she instinctively arched her back to let the powerful jets pummel her firm. "I hate wearing clothes!" said Rayna as she pushed her shorts to her feet. She high stepped out of the shorts and made sure her fiery red bush and bald labia targeted me. She curtsied slowly, sarcastically so her slim-lipped pussy opened a bit for me to admire its youthful tension. She stood stiffly a moment showing off her flawless body and leered at me. "We're hoping you will join us in our freedom. Mom, you want some help?"She didn't. The hint was enough for Maria to momentarily rest her. “Do you want me?” he asked, with a wicked grin on his face.“Yes,” I said, exasperated.“How much?” he said, slowly stroking his cock.“Very much.” I said in a serious tone.He nodded, like he was considering my statement, and then said, “I guess that’ll do.”Before I knew it, he fully penetrated me. The shock of the quick intrusion rapidly gave way to feelings of pleasure and I moaned. I hate the noises that I make, but Nick loves them.“God, I love those noises you make,” he said, pumping into.