” “I need some help in that department.” “Don’t we all." “My husband has been hanging around Little Russia.” “And that’s a problem?�...� “He doesn't like Russians.” “Maybe he’s changed his mind.” “That’s what I need you to find out.” I leant back in my chair and eyeballed her. She seemed legit, but there was something about her that wasn’t ringing true. Maybe it was the way she clung so tightly to that cigarette, or maybe it was the way her heel kept tapping on the floor. “Look Mrs …” “Delaney.”. He probed with his cock, pushing tentatively at the puckered opening, feeling resistance and backing off.“Sir, please, let me be used as you desire. I am yours, Sir, please use me, not worry about being gentle with me. I want to feel you own me, take me as yours, and control my body for your pleasure.”He didn’t disappoint any further. He took my words and pressed forward, literally. He leaned into me and pulled back on my waist and fraction by fraction I felt my back door opening, yielding to. That meant… Fuck. ‘Yes, of course,’ I heard myself saying meekly. And after rewarding me with another smile, Marco began shepherding me towards the lift. ‘We will find it easier to talk there, anyway,’ he said reassuringly. ‘Much less noisy. We can start making plans, decide when you will come to Italy.’ ‘Yes,’ I agreed, attempting to reassure myself that those were the only plans he had in mind. Because however much I tried to ignore it, I could suddenly hear Drew’s voice in my head. You wanna. There he was in front of my mom the married mexican mom all my friends and josh wanted so desperately to fuck was in front of him on the bed, in a skirt that by the way you could see her panties without even trying. i found myself wanting him to do more to my mom to continue what he was doing to her on the way up the stairs. sure enough he opened my moms legs exposing the purple thong she was wearing, with her legs in the air i saw his head go down between my moms legs. i heard him take a big.