“Crawl over here and get a close look at this pretty little pussy.” She struggles over until she is positioned between Cindy’s legs with her fac... about a foot from her pussy. I reach down and push the little one’s legs up and back fully exposing her beautiful little pink pussy. “Isn’t that a pretty little virgin pussy?” “Since I’ll be fucking her before long I think you should kiss her virginity goodbye. What do you think grandma?” She looks at the pink slit before her with a look of awe on her. "Thank you for making the time, really." Not a problem. I just don't want our society to get broken up because of being exposed to the wrong people, ok?" I don't want that either. I just want the story for the magazine, and if I did anything to screw it up, it would hurt me too."She nodded, and leaned back, her long blonde hair cascading down her front, curling in as if to point to her cleavage. She was referring to the Female Fight Society, an unofficial, very underground association of. Not too far to get her too sweaty and far enough that she would never get caught. Like any other day, she was in typical jogging attire onlycuter than any other mid- thirties woman that ran around the lake, and probably the onlyblonde. Whatever guilt she felt was overcome by the certainty that her husband had beenhaving his own little secret liaisons through the years, so she was determined to similarlypleasurably degrade herself. Of course, she did not know that her suspicions were. Never in his life had he ever encountered a woman like me. It was unfathomable to him that I didn’t want or need his money. It was clear to me, behind his desires of being forced to pay, that he believed that all women were objects to be purchased, that every woman had a tipping point, a certain dollar amount that would entice them to conform to his twisted fantasies. The fact that his fantasies were to be mistreated and abused were irrelevant; it was money that was the carrot that he.