“Oh, god!” she yelled and she hurled the phone and went on a walk of shame to a long cold shower. Joel never responded. Not that day or that next,...or the day after. Leila didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to tell anyone, not even her closest friends. She didn’t want to tell Ace. She was too ashamed and too forlorn. Two days after her husband left her, Ace called her. She was at work and unable to concentrate, barely getting anything done. She didn’t want to talk to him, she blamed him. About my self I m 29yrs old, 5.10ht, fair, slim guy with a 7″ cock. Any aunty, housewives, working lady, girls, can contact me for fun and friendship at Coming to the story sun is already heating the city and last week to avoid this sweating heat i opted a bus to go to industrial area of butibori about 45mins journey from the city. I boarded a bus from the bus stand and sat on a vacant seat in the middle. At the next stop a lady boarded the bus and sat beside me. She was fighting with someone. I kissed her belly bottom, amazing naval a spread her legs. I was in heaven. I parted her vertical lips and started to suck her hidden clit. She was shivering with her closed eyes. In couple of minutes, she had lots of nectarine juice for me to quench my thirst. She held my face on her erupting volcano for a minute. I could not take it anymore. I spread her legs, placed her hips on both of my thighs, rubbed the tip of my prick on her pussy lips.I gave a firm but slow thrust in her golden gate.. “Would you like to show me now, Brandy.”“I will do anything you want, Michael.” Her heart stopped beating. That was the first time she called him Michael. She volunteered to do anything he wanted. She was young and naïve, a virgin, not even understanding all that he might ask of her. She just felt a surge of excitement at doing what he wanted.Sexually doing what he wanted.“When we are alone, you will call me Sir or Master.” His voice was adamant.She sat up in the chair. “Yes, MMMAsst…,” she.