People just like doing what we tell them to, isnt that right, Doug? I guess I do, Doug muttered, squirming in Chasity and 30s grip. A black bodyguard ...ntered, a laptop tucked under arm. Sir, 18 saluted and handed me the laptop. Are all your surveillance files on here? I asked him. No, I have online backups. He shrugged. You know, in the cloud. Plus, Ive sent copies of everything to Brandon. I handed him his laptop. Delete all you can, I ordered. All your backups in the cloud. Uncuff him. Doug. Sandra pulls Matti to the edge of the table and sits down on him his dick gliding into her pussy. Leila meanwhile wears a strap on. She lifts his legs and drops some oil between his legs. The oil is running down Matti’s anus. Leila caresses it first with her fingers then with her toy. Slowly she lets the toy slide through Matti’s backdoor and starts to pump it in and out while Sandra is riding him. Matti’s moaning has become a horny shouting: „Da, da, da …“, he shouts falling back to Russian.. She holds onto me harder as she gets closer to cumming. She kisses me again while moaning in my mouth. She looks down at her pussy and turns the speeds up again. Her thighs are quivering and her tits are trembling in front of my face. She leans back and sits on the back of her legs to use both hands to handle the toy. She’s posed perfectly in front of me as her stomach tightens and she groans out in pleasure. She begins bouncing and screaming louder as she adds more power to her toying. “Holy. .. kinda... that is, I need to... well, I'd like to ask you some questions about what boys think okay?" When Jean was uncertain of herself, she often placed an interrogatory inflection on the last part of her sentences as if to say, "You know?" Only if you share with me... tit for tat, girl. I'll tell you things what you wanna know -- if you tell me what I wanna know... and no mincing around either. Fair?" It was always better to establish the rules of engagement with Jean. More often, she was.