”“Yes Sir, a lot of times.”“You want a piece of yo mamma’s cunt, or just to lick it clean after I fill it with cum?”I stood in silence not...wanting to answer, but actually thinking how it would be to lick her cunt clean.“It don’t matter Bitch. Just leave the door unlocked. Now take your nude faggot ass and get in Don’s truck where he can take you back to your car.”We drove in silence the 20 minutes back to the gym where my car was parked. It was about 9:00 am on Sunday morning and the parking. She wore a white blouse. The material sheer and close fitting to the perfect twin peaks of her breasts. Her nipples prominent, pushing against the softly yielding fabric. "Lose the blouse," I ordered. "Lose it, Megan." She licked her lips, unbuttoned the blouse and placed it alongside the jacket. Her breasts were beautiful scoops of flesh held in a black lace bra. Her cleavage- deep and enticing. My cock hardened and she saw it. She smiled and licked her lips again. She leant forwards. Jeyne Poole could not put her finger on it but&hellip,.Something was different about Sansa Stark. Since a few days ago, the eldest Stark daughter had changed drastically. Oh sure, she had long stopped trying to talk on and on about the endless new fashions and clothing from the south. She was no longer the innocent unknowing girl she had once been and had finally learned to look deeper into things. It was something that had Jeyne sighing in relief. If she had continued her naive ways in such a. A risk, but she had to take it. As she passed by the bank of televisions in the MGM Grand’s lobby, she saw the recorded footage from last night’s news. Holly Willoughby had arrived in Vegas after the three-month break between the World Series of Poker and the Final Table, she was one of what the media had dubbed the ‘November 9.’ The redhead had mixed feelings over the beautiful blonde, although she couldn’t deny the poker player’s beauty. Dressed in her signature black, her dark sunglasses.