She fell back onto her haunches spreading her knees wide before plunging her fingers back between her swollen, pouting labia. She tried to push her fi...gers as deep as possible into her vagina to duplicate the sensations she knew the girl would be feeling. She inhaled deeply trying to gather as much of the narcotic aroma as possible as she twiddled her clitoris faster. She wanted to join with the pair before her and share in the rapture and the mystic ritual.The girl started issuing long. "That's what it was all about!" she says, not explaining what 'it' she is talking about. "I was eating her pussy..." she takes a deep breath. "She asked about your cock... I could barely focus on her pussy... they have this agreement... what am I going to do?" she asks."I think you should start by breathing," I answer, completely confused but absolutely certain we need to talk about this in person. "I'll be right there. Tell mom and dad we're going for ice cream." Okay," she says. We disconnect. In fact, it was Bel Powley who had finally created this pairing by letting Maisie know that the huge black man had talked about wanting her during their post-sex pillow talk the previous day. Still, Maisie was so tiny and her new, towering man was so enormous inside of her that she screamed and cried out in pain through their first sex; she pushed her hands against Maurice's 10-pack abs and his thrusting hips as his cock took what it wanted. But then the next extraordinary feature of this. She was particular about leaving work with a clean desk, a trait that extended to her private life as well. She lived by the motto, "a place for everything, and everything in its place."Her little house was neat as a pin, without a bit of clutter anywhere. Nothing was out of place, and you eat off the floor in her kitchen; that's how squeaky-clean she was.Of course, she had a lot of time for housecleaning, because her social life was pretty much non-existent. At the age of 28, Jane had never.