His black hair was always greased back and looked like it had never been washed in years, while his pale complexion was highlighted by his prescriptio... looking black glasses. He loved his job and felt that his position was one that should command respect from his co-workers and all those he met or worked under him. He knew he was disliked, but he did not care for what he lacked in height or personality he made up for it with his position of authority. He loved the fear of all those ordinary. Everyone but her. She was the tall redhead seated in my usual spot. She reeked of found money, with her dark burgundy curls piled atop her head revealing a diamond necklace that probably cost more than the yearly salaries of 10 dealers here at the Grand. Her dress was definitely an original, perhaps Versace, definitely one of the more established names. But speaking of original, I was pretty positive that she was the factory model. Her large breasts hinted at a bit of sag, and her youthful face. Her hips is very wide and her ass shake very heavy when she walk. Guys can’t resist stopping and staring at her. She just ignores them and continues walking. One day she had an interview for a job, Diane wore a short mini skirt (you could almost she her hairy pussy) without panty, a blouse that show her clevis. Her hair is long to her shoulder length, and face full with make-up. The interviewer (a man) just look at her with a horny face, of course she didn’t get the job, but, offer for a. John then grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him until my ass was at the edge of the bed. He reached for my thong and I lifted my hips just enough for him to peel it off me. He knelt down until his face was between my legs, about six inches from my trembling pussy. He blew on it lightly and the cool air on my wet folds made me jump. Then he licked my slit from bottom to top.John eagerly lapped away at my pussy. He alternated long, flat strokes against my dripping hole with rapid flicks of my.