She told me to come in. I then started to pump her heavily as if there is no tomorrow. She started crying out loudly. I then hit her hard and told her...that I’m releasing it.. She told ‘ yeahhhh.. hit it.. hit and release’ . I was actually exhausted and collapsed on her right away.She too took big breath and held me tightly. I was used just like as an animal and all body was sweating. She then woke up and bought me water and complimented me that I am very good massager and she got relaxed. I. I swirled around in her, making my daughter moan as her tart juices soaked my tongue.Rita slammed her pussy down my cock. I groaned as more and more of her snatch engulfed my shaft. She whimpered, enjoying being deflowered and taking my dick into her pussy. Her cunt squeezed around me. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring my shaft around in me.“Ooh, you took all my daddy's cock!” Sam moaned as she squirmed on my face.“Uh-huh,” moaned Rita, her pussy squeezing around my cock. “I am. It just felt good. I knew he was interested. He’d found plenty of reasons to touch me as we sat together at the bar and I never shied away from it. As I said, it felt good. I couldn’t help but think about the green light. I must have been giving off an air of availability, because he kissed me halfway down a mostly empty block. It was a good kiss, too. His lips were soft but insistent and they parted just a little bit. There was a tiny hint of tongue, but nothing too aggressive. He knew what he. . eh, week ... no, month and year at my job! I don't quite know how I got suckered into getting a job at a jail, but I do know why I was being kept there. The paycheck was nice, and in an economy such as the one that our "Great White Hope;" ex president G.W.Jr has put us in, being with out a job isn't an option. (I'm sorry to sound racist in that last statement, but sometimes the truth just falls out of my mouth when I talk; but that's not the reason that I'm writing.)I didn't want to go.