There was no hair in sight. I bobbed vigrously with his cock down my throat. I worked him, stretched him. I sucked on his balls until he hit the roof.... "Where you want it," I asked. "Up my ass, big daddy," he whispered. I smiled as I pushed my cock up his tight asshole. He screamed for so long, but I ignored it. I fuck him up on his own couch like the fucking dog he is. "Scream, pussy," I said. He did, like the bitch he is. He lifted his legs up in the air as I jumped down on him. He seemed to. He sat there hoping he hadn't done something wrong or made her uneasy.When she came out of the bathroom, he noticedthat she had taken her jacket off and the top two buttons to her blouse were undone. He stood and just stared thinking to himself how totally beautiful she looked standing there in black mid-height heels, black hosiery, black skirt that came just above her knees and showed off her sexy long legs and red long-sleeved blouse with the top two buttons open and revealing her silky. If nothing else, Cindi's rape had certainly taught her how to suck cock. She sucked softly on the head, stroking the shaft and massaging my balls, then ran her hot little tongue around the head in little circles. Then she took the shaft into her mouth, as far as she could, licking the underneath with her tongue while sucking. She alternated between fast and slow, driving me crazy. It did not take me long until I was ready to fill her mouth, but just as I was about to cum, she stopped and lay on. It puzzled the conjoined pairs that thepaparazzi should want yet more pictures after Marge and Jenny had posedso co-operatively outside the legal chambers in London. It seemed thattheir appetite for the salacious was never ending.Later that day, Octavia braved the publicity storm and went out topurchase the Papers. She was hounded all the way but simply declaredthat there would be a later interview set up by medical and legalauthorities and any questions could be put then.Once Octavia returned.