Ouch!There she was now, flagging me down. Standing outside Broadcasting House, smiling like a beacon. I immediately pulled over and grinned as I opene... the door of my black Rolls-Royce Phantom. How do I afford a Rolls-Royce, you ask? They're cheap over here, and they're still classics. "Hello, ma'am," I greeted Kellie. "I'm Frank Martin." I know who you are," Kellie said. "I need your help." Help is something I gladly give," I replied. "Where can I take you?" I'll come right to the point," she. Like I want tounderstand what makes them tick. Like who are these girls who subsumetheir identities for these guys? There's title IX and all, and they dothis." I don't know that they see it that way. Like maybe they see this as anend in and of itself. There's a lot of practice."She grinned. "Were you a cheerleader? I could totally see that." Hardly. The cheerleaders in my high school were skanky." And girls.And I used to be a guy. "What does that mean anyway?" I wasn't upsetjust. Rashmi was pinching her nipple with one hand while the other was on Dutt’s head, pushing his head deeper between her legs.“Aaaahhhhhh sir…your tongue is making me crazy,” said Rashmi.“That’s nothing compared to what you do to me darling,” replied Mr. Dutt looking up at her from between her legs. His face was smeared with her vaginal discharge. “I honestly feel you’re underpaid for your services.”Saying that he used his thumbs to pull the skin around her vagina and made her clitoris pop further. He doesn't shove it in as I would like. He loves to take his time. He teases me for mere moments, till I grab his ass and pull him into me. My pussy pulsates on his cock as another wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over my body. My fingers grab onto his ass and keep him held there as I let the feeling flow out of me.He leans into me and gives me a deep kiss, I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. He pushes me back onto the bed and gives my pussy the pounding that it has needed and wanted. He.