Clayton was on the floor with Yvonne, covering her body with his own and pushing his penis slowly and inexorably up between her thighs towards its ult...mate goal.Suzanne clung to Donald and whispered in his car, "Be gentle. Be nice." He looked into her eyes. "Remember, I like you," he said quietly, and then their lips met with incredible passion, and she felt him undoing his shirt and his pants. In a few minutes he was naked, and they were lying on the floor, his legs on top of her own, his arms. Alisha was the fourth, the first woman was confidently showing off her dancing moves to get a raise.Time went too slow, Alisha was trembling. She almost cried when the first was sold for 1.5 lakh. She had already jumped on to her master and started rubbing his crotch. The second and third were sold out quickly that too to the same person!Alisha rubbed her eyes as she was lit up with lights from all across the room. The buyers always want to have a good look at the product. She didn’t move, she. That excited him even more. I gurgled, choked, and his dick was still inside. In one stroke he took it out only to shove it whole back in. All the way.My wide gaping mouth, that I could not close even if I wanted it most in the world, were his hole for fucking. Same as it's my pussy or ass. He uses them in exactly the same way, no difference. He fucks me in my pussy, ass or throat like in his fuck holes. Sometime I wish to somehow make more holes on my body, so He can fuck me in them also.He. "This was what, your sixth or seventh date?" Seventh." I bet she brought up the 'C' word." Frank just looked puzzled. "Commitment, you dope!" I almost shrieked."Well, uh, yeah, I suppose..." Frank Fontana, the man who was utterly fearless when jumping from an airplane, walking into a hostage situation, or dodging bullets on a battlefield, somehow ran in terror whenever the question of a long-term relationship with a woman presented itself. What was wrong with him? For than matter, what was.