Trust me. What I have in mind will be an offer you can’t refuse.” He began to measure the doors that led to the patio. They were quite tall and he...couldn’t reach the top. Chrissie saw her chance and took it. “Do you want me to help?” she said, grabbing a dining room chair and placing it next to the door. Before he could answer she hopped on to the chair. Terry couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Chrissie leaned down for him to give her the end of his measuring tape, giving him a perfect view. Of course, I want to, but I can't believe my luck.She keeps gazing at me and smiling, tilting her face back a little to make her lips available, waiting for me to take the bait.I gaze back, unable to move until my body takes over and brings my face to hers. My lips brush hers and electricity courses through my body. She holds me tighter and returns my kiss.We kiss softly for at least a minute, our lips gliding gently. Finally, my passion fully ignites and I kiss her deeper, melting into her. You had better not stop until my girlfriend has her arse full of cum...or you will be severely punished. Is that understood, BITCH?”I attempted to answer, but was unable to nod with my head held forcefully and painfully at this angle, and speaking was not an option as my mouth was open and my tongue attempting to pleasure the hard cock and arse my mouth was being held against.The cock thrust deeper as the mystery woman moaned with the pleasure of having her arse filled and fucked with hard. I immediately left work and headed to the largely black and hispanic neighborhood Tasheka had her studio. The door was wide open. She was sitting on the small couch she owned in a shimmering white dress. Her fat thighs were spread open and I could clearly see and smell her pussy. She smiled when she saw me at the door. "Do you know about this?" I asked throwing the envelop on her lap.She looked at my coyly from behind the false eyelashes. "TALK TO ME YOU WHORE!" I yelled."RESPECT, YOU MOTHA'.