He had gotten to know Ann and his instincts told him she was a nice person. He always trusted his instincts. The phone rang and Martin picked it up. �...�Flannigan,’ he said. ‘Hey, Ash Man,’ a feminine voice said, ‘How are you doing?’ Martin laughed. ‘About as well as some hick sheriff’s department gumshoe, why?’ he replied to his daughter. Once, ages ago, he’d come home from a fire scene covered with ashes. His wife Marie commented that he looked like the ash man. The kids had picked up the. And shifting the POV to Naz's perspective ... normal service resumes asap... Well, we got the money, what with Dave's friend doing her weird shit with the Chinese woman from the States, and we were in business. And, yeah, we were in business ... Dave had obviously given Debs the job of running the place day to day - she was so clearly better at it than him, had really been doing it right from the beginning, that he'd have been nuts to do anything else. But he also offered me the job of taking. She smiled knowingly, and tenderly kissing his ear. "Yes Master." She whispered hoarsely as she felt his huge hard cock continue to slowly fill her.He continued slowly and tenderly sliding her down on his raging pole, her pussy hot and tight, he spread her depths, feeling her vaginal sheath massaging every inch of his now throbbing cock.She could feel his pulsing cock as he entered her with incredible patience, she swore she could feel his veins pulsing as she tightened her cunt muscle around. She was very very pettite, short haired (think halle berry with redish hair) milf in her early 40s. Her breasts were very tiny, but she had a long sunday dress and a black choker that made her look a lil like she was from a different time. It also made her look dam hot and sexy! After the pinch, i pulled her close to me and her mouth opened up almost like a moan, our bodies pressed but we did not kiss. I held her there for a brief moment massing her back and it was at that second i could smell.