How about you, Jill?”The 1940s wartime chanteuse shrugs. “Never bothered me to tell you the truth. Cut, un-cut. So long as they could go the dista...ce. Carl Gombrich was one of the best.”Loretta Ball sniffs derisorily. “Gombrich the Groper – the Harvey Weinstein of the 1950s.”“At least he used the casting couch in his office!”“I always used to say girth is more important than length,” offers sultry Delia del Rio with a wicked grin, adjusting her décolletage to reveal slightly more of her. " she explained with glee. "Now hush I have a lot to makeclear. First of all your wife's trip to see her mother... a lie. Ialready showed her the picture and she left you, it wasn't entirelynecessary since she's been cheating on you and it would have happenedsooner or later. Now my good professor time for a taste of you ownmedicine." Why, I-I thought you, were, hap-py..." Oh I am. Becky and Professor Lyn? Not so much." she said pluggingcatheters into his arms. She stroked a few keys on the. I start crying silently and I want to leave. But the new guy wasn't done yet. Without me seeing it, he bend over, made his hand into a fist and drives it hard into my pussy. This time I did scream. He bangs it in so hard and deep that he actualy lifts me of the ground. He carries me around like a trophy and some co-workers give him an applause. He puts me facedown on a table, pulls his fist out, and rams his dick in to me. He starts pounding away, and with his hands squeezing my tits he pulls. As her shirt rode up her defined back, Sarah caught a glimpse of a very large black and red tattoo that covered her lower back and disappeared beneath the shirt. ‘I was planning on going as I am,’ Nel said, looking down at her jeans and belly-baring halter-top. ‘It’s outside on the grass and they’re supposed to be barbecuing so I don’t want to ruin any good shoes.’ ‘Oh good, I am so tired of dressing up. Just wanna be in jeans for once like a normal person. Y’all can sit if you want. You don’t.