Over to Pauline and place yourself over her knee. Hands flat on the floor and not a word, young lady. Do I make myself clear?” She emphasized those ...ive last words.Her eighteen-year-old daughter was already walking the short distance over to Pauline Manson when she replied.“Yes. Mummy.”Once she was standing close at Pauline’s right side, the older lady raised her hands from her lap and invited the girl to position herself over her lap. Zofeya Caldwell smiled at the older woman as she carefully. I’m working along and I noticed her looking at me several times. I stopped and asked her if I was typing too loud and disturbing her. She says no but commented on how she liked that I typed really fast. I said thanks and continued my writing.A few moments go by and she asks if I can help her look up something in her book. At this point I see that she’s African and spoke in very nicely accented English. She hands me her book and I noticed that it smells like Ethiopian spices. I comment on this. Now it’s my turn to moan… and moan I do. I work my tongue against the weeping hole, coaxing more fluid and lap at it hungrily. I hear your pleasurable sounds encouraging me and I open my mouth and draw just the swollen tip between my lips and suckle. I hear your hiss under my ministrations and feel your body tense and hips rise. You want more and I greedily comply.I slowly draw your cock deeper into my mouth and feel it slide along my tongue until the tip brushes the back of my throat. Holding. He'd fucked many of his female customers, but never Monica. He'd wanted to for a long time and now she was on her knees. He decided that he didn't want to wait any longer and grabbed her by her hair.Monica yelped as he pulled her to her feet, moaning as she enjoyed him handling her so roughly. He led her to one of the exercise bars mounted on the wall and told her to put her hands on it. "Yes sir", Monica moaned, her pussy dripping.Ricardo grabbed her leggings and pulled them down, exposing her.