She zips off her dress. No underwear. Her breasts seem to point improbably upward. It's a weird scene, but that's my life."You like to look my bodee?"...she says again. Sure I like, Olympia."I like to fuck your bodee," I tell her. Hey, at least I'm honest."You want to fuck my bodee?" she asks, then lies down with her legs spread."Sure," I tell her, shucking my jeans. Soon I'm naked and dipping my unit into Olympia's well. It slides right in. So I begin the old in-out. I'm setting up a pretty good. He put his arm around me and soon his fingers were gently caressing my cock and balls.He asked me if I liked what he was doing, and when I said I did, he asked me if I would like to do the same to him. I was in an awkward position to play with my dad’s cock from the arm of the chair, so he worked me around to a position where I was standing between his legs and then he gently pushed me down into a kneeling position so that my face was just inches from his cock and balls.My father’s cock was. While they were working on me I intermittently squeezed and sucked their cocks and balls. All the time they were talking dirty to me—asking me how I would like being fucked by them in a public place like the corner of some dark restaurant, or whether I'd enjoy doing it with a half-dozen guys on a table in a dingy bar. I felt incredibly dirty, sexy, and turned on. After about a half-hour of foreplay, I got on all fours, took hold of the longest, thickest prick of the three, and guided it into my. ? On and on the punishment went,each blow landing with the same quick rhythm.?The echoes of leather striking flesh and the muffled squeals of thechastised women continued rolling around the small office.? Rhianna should have had the comfort of hercushioning layer of flab.? But she hadnever been good at pain.? Once she hadcaned a girl ? another secretary ? and despised how quickly her target became ablubbering wreck.? She was sure she wouldretain her pride for longer.? She didn?t,however.? She.