I shrugged off the compliment with some deprecating remark (“This old thing?”), even though I’d spent all weekend searching the malls for the pe...fect outfit for seduction. The dress I settled on was a chiffon saree clinging to my figure. Though I knew he’d notice (he was always quick and generous with the compliments), I didn’t expect his eyes to slide down me the way they did. As I turned to take a seat on the examination table, I could see his reflection in the mirror over the sink as he. ”I’m a bit stunned, but I’m quick to get out some paper to write a short will on for him, adding his name when he gives it to me. He signs then José and I sign as witnesses. I give him a painkiller from my first aid kit and check the wounds on the girls: three have grazing wounds on legs or arms. The Indians knew the girls couldn’t go anywhere so they were avoiding killing them because they wanted them as prisoners. I clean and treat the wounds while José makes the last slaver. ” The two women sat next to each other on the double sofa that was all that remained available in the relatively crowded coffee shop that Saturday lunchtime. Ken was with his friends, preparing to watch a football match in the living room of a friend whose long-suffering wife was either more accommodating than Caitlin or had found ways of being elsewhere when her home was invaded by a mass of testosterone and alcohol. Both women had rehearsed their lines and contemplated their respective. I climbed on top of him, facing him, and worked his magnificent dick into my ass and slid down on it. It hurt but I’ve had quite a few things up there so I adjusted quickly. I did as previously instructed and rolled on him and really worked it in and out of my pussy. Funny thing is, I really enjoyed this although it was extremely humiliating. “use my cock you sissy faggot, you like my cock, faggot?” “Yes Sir, your cock is awesome, thank you so much for this Daddy.” I worked harder and harder.