Missy wanted the poop and was willing to do whatever was necessary had turn heads in Washington and back in Florida.Missy was basking in her new found...fame and was intrigued about the possible romantic possibilities of her quid pro quo relationship not realizing she was being played like a fiddle by the congressman and his wife. The intrepid reporter did not know the powerful congressman had spoken to Missy not from Capitol Hill, but instead from the rainy iron railed fire escape right outside. The sight of her dark red bra and matching lace thong against her ivory skin and the beads hanging provocatively between her accentuated cleavage down to her belly button…Matthew begins to fidget. “Do I look okay?” Susie purrs, arching an eyebrow while slowly running her hands up his chest. “I want you so much I can’t breathe,” he murmurs, his hands roaming around her hips to bring her closer, her hard nipples brushing against him through the red silk. She smiles before she leans down to whip. Jamilah smiled at her from across the room, where she was depositing her small clutch back on the table. "Go right ahead. Nobody to disturb you. You can sleep there the whole night, if you feel like it."Laura smiled. Funny how everything seemed like a double entendre in a situation like this. I will keep my hands to myself and respect the wishes of this fetching, darling girl, she repeated over and over to herself as she slowly drifted off into a sweet champagne stupor.She had no idea how long. I was stroking my cock watching them and then took the old mans hand and put it on my cock. He got the hint and started stroking my cock. I was hard now and started watching them have fun. He had put his hands on her ass again and was squeeing them hard. He stopped and raised her skirt to see her upper thighs. Neha had thick strong thighs and legs. The old man looked at her pussy over her panty and pushing his head forward started kissing her pussy. He was touching her legs up and down while.