Could her boss really be that kind of man? Judging from her recent experience, he could. She swallowed. Then she nodded silently. Began to open a dus...y cardboard-box and just handed him the twine that had held the lid on. She could feel his eyes as he took it. “You know, you already have quite a reputation here already..” Her shoulders dropped a bit. The box contained pop-art magazines. Not usable. She could feel him getting a little closer. She was turned half away from him, not looking at. The drive to the restaurant was quiet. Dave simply held my hand lovingly and took admiring looks every so often as if to convince himself that I was indeed sitting by him.Absentmindedly, I used my thumb to stroke his hand and smiled warmly back at him. I loved how Dave made me feel. Even though I knew I was not a woman, Dave made me feel like one in every way that mattered. I found myself wishing I were a real woman for him. He deserved the real thing, not some imitation. Then again, I. He spent several minutes caressing the girl's breasts then turned to her father and said, "Nice, very nice. Have you had a feel yet?"The old man looked away."No?" He paused for effect. "Let's give the old man a quick feel!"The old man found himself being dragged to where his daughters knelt before the white man. He felt his hand being pressed against the soft flesh of his daughter's breast and swore to himself that he would not move his fingers or his hand."Now, now, old man, better start. Thankfully, all was good. Unlike Kristy, Tessa liked getting fucked hard and fast. Kristy sat right on-top of Tessa's face so she could eat her out. "Go harder!" Tessa commanded. I was pounding her tight, wet snatch and began rubbing her clit with my fingers while I fucked her. Kristy and I would occasionally make out while she sat on Tessa's face getting eaten. Kristy was moaning softly, looking at me with her icy yet sexy eyes.Tessa was getting louder which meant she was about to cum. She.