The smell although disgusting was turning me on somehow with piss, sweat and pussy juice mixed together. She whispered,“Chaat lo meri chut ko, naa h... mera pati chat ta hai and uska chota lund bhi kaafi jaldi baith jata hai”Sheila let out a moan and also squirted little on my face. Her words were like magic for me and she got me hornier. I couldn’t wait anymore so i bent her over and lifted her saree and started to penetrate her from behind. She moaned as my head entered her pussy and i slowly. .. these activities could have hidden 10% of our fortune after 5-6 years. However, this money was the liquid cash capital for the major operations.Third, John knew a Harley-Davidson used-motorcycle trade-in with service. The owner went through a sad divorce with a cheater wife and he had a special practice. He buys the used bikes and he maintained them up to two years. The original, now-divorced, owner could buy back his old bike. This was a good bargain. This bike money was hidden by the. .. Please?" My hand left her, and I moved again, this time settling to the space between her widely spread thighs. With my hands resting on her shoulders, I kissed her again, harshly then lifting my lips to whisper softly, "Tell me that you want your Master's cock inside your dripping slave pussy." Lawan nodded, barely able to breath, "Yes, Master... Please. I want you so badly, Master!" her voice begged. She didn't even need to be prompted by me for that. She wanted my touch as badly as she. All is dim silence. She drops back and is asleep.The sun wakes her. It flows unimpeded through the windows, across a low table covered with a riot of flowering houseplants, across the carpet, over the covers and finally through the twists of her hair and into her eyes. The beige bedcovers shine, outdone only by the sun on her bare shoulders, her bare arms and the bits of her face that show through her hair.She groans and stretches. She turns quickly, looking beside her. She is alone. She sits.