Fuck yeah! she moaned, increasing the speed of her hand on her clit. The guy was thrusting in and out faster now. I was actually watching his cock ap...ear and disappear into my wifes tender asshole. You love it, dont you slut? You love my dick in your ass! Oh yeah baby, dont stop fucking my ass! With that, the guy grabbed a handful of Terris hair and yanked her head back as he shoved his dick into her with authority. I couldnt believe the look in her face. It was one that I had never seen. " Do you really think my hair is beautiful Adam?" Blanche asked hopefully as I stroked her waves with my right hand, and she neither struggling nor protesting."Your hair is not only beautiful, I find the color to be very exotic." "The color of a sweet white rose." "As is the meaning and origin of your name, Blanche: French for "white".I let go of her hands and Blanche turned to face me, her long hair now naturally falling in a center part now that it is was loose and unbound. "Are you asking. ”Frank grinned and climbed out of the bed. As he walked toward her, his cock got noticeably harder. “You should be chained to the wall and whipped for what you’re thinking,” he said as he pressed her back against the wall, his hard, sensitive cock rubbing between her thighs as it pressed up against her moist labia.He kissed her passionately, then grabbed one arm and pulled it up over her head to clamp the iron wristband around it. He did the same to her other arm.While he secured her arms over. The “boys”, as they were called, were usually between 18 and 21 (although some were younger but will not be referred to here), handsome, dressed in trousers and heavy shirts, and wore a cap. As soon as the sun went down, they would walk the narrow streets with their hands in their pockets or lean against brick walls of old buildings in alleys any sensible person would have been scared to walk through. The clients were lawyers, doctors, judges, teachers, etc…married or single, who dressed very.