He was keen to show off his underused oral skills. After that, they had fucked twice. It was only when she was cleaning his cum out of her shaved puss... that she mentioned that for a fee this could also be part of what she offered.Iain was not comfortable with the idea and kicked himself for being so deluded. Why would a young lady nearly twenty-five years younger than him be interested? He tried explaining, but the language barrier prevented him from doing so in the manner he had hoped. He paid. ‘I’m home,’ you murmured softly. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks, hearing your voice shake. ‘Thank God I’m home…’ You pressed a kiss to my temple, your hands clutching mine. ‘I’ve missed you…’ My strength failed and my legs gave way, but you held me up. You walked your way around to stand before me, never releasing me. You held me tightly, our eyes finally meeting. The emerald green intensity pierced me to the core and it was too much for me to take. I fell against you, my face buried against. I stood there staring at her, before getting dragged back to my bed by the chef. Standing at the side of the bed, I looked down at the cyclist who was laid on his back. I started to climb onto him, pulling his penis up. I began sitting down, guiding his cock into my tender, young pussy. I placed my hands on his chest as my hips humped his massive, erect cock. Destroying my own pussy with the cyclist’s cock, I felt the hands of the chef on my ass. He violently spread the cheeks, putting his. Shackles adorned her form, one around eachankle and the other around her neck. Each one was chained to the wall, holdingher there. Her hair was matted and dirty, just as her skin. The dank room wasdark, until the door was opened. "Feeding time, my pet," the wordsmade her heart jump. However it was not the words, but rather the voice thatspoke them. As she smiled upon hearing him, she felt something being thrown ather. It was food scraps. She grasped the scraps and ate hungrily, as though shehad.