I could see her pierced lip-ring glistening with juices. It would be up to us to sell our new look to Mrs. Anderson, the first client with an appointm...nt for the day. Maureen, the Pussy Wetting (production) manager, a true redhead, had a dreamy look in her eyes. She had a tough time applying lipstick to her smiling red lips. The daisy chain with the other two must have given her a lot of pleasure. I’ve never seen such a serene look on her face. Prudence, the secretary of The Pussy Power. "You like that, don't you bitch!" Ami was trying to taunt me, though I was trying to laugh it off."Love you too, hun!" I sarcastically fired back.I wasn't particularly into being dominated or being talked at like that during sex, though I thought I'd best not rock the boat if I still wanted Laura's attentions."God, I need your cock, Bill. My pussy's been crying out for you since earlier!" What were you two up to earlier?" Ami angrily enquired, sticking an extra finger in me to accentuate how. That initial fuck, lasting less tan a minute, took my breath away. Tommy`s big hands had clenched my asscheeks, pulling them roughly asunder. His thumb pressed against my tight asshole and suddenly, with shocking brutality, it was buried deep inside my anus…He was already pounding me with an intensity that no one ever had, but his tempo increased, maybe even doubled…I couldn’t stand it; not for another moment. My whole crotch was being set on fire; my lungs were begging for air, and my head was. My husband didn’t object him because I insisted that anyhow Michael wasn’t there, so I could get some company while you’re in office. He accepted living with us until he cleared his exams. His mother and I used to take care of him and I made sure he studies all the time.But every time he used to sit for the studying, he always used to get distracted and my son didn’t come for semester holidays as he went on a trip to Mussoorie and Corbett. So whenever I see him depressed, I used to call his.