Attenborough asked. I told her about Mike through my tears.“I thought it might be boy trouble,” she said. “What is it you want?”“Erm. I…�... I wanted him to want to have sex with me again.“You want him to fuck you, is that it?”“I… erm.” I looked at Mrs. Attenborough with wide eyes. That was exactly what I wanted.“I might be old and crusty, my dear. But I know a thing or two about boys. Let me borrow your phone. I’ll send him something that will have him begging.”“Begging? Begging for. In other words –well, in the words of Balior – he was a slut. Balior sneered at his friend. Maksim only ever addressed him so formally when he was in the mood to mock. And Balior knew why. His long red cape rustled loudly on the stairs as it dragged behind him and the ruby clasp that held it together over his chest was so massive that one might mistake it for an apple. Balior liked dressing well, but this ceremonial garb that he was forced to don whenever meeting new subjects was so opulent. "Listen," Steve said, interrupting her reverie. "The presentation is perfect - pitched at just the right level. You really will make me look good, Emma. Thank you for all your hard work in pulling this together." Thank you, Steve," Emma flushed. "I'm glad you're happy with it." Oh, I'm more than happy." Steve glanced at his watch. "Right, I've got a call in quarter of an hour. You're welcome to stick around and we can catch up some more on some things I'd like you to pick up whilst I'm out of. Why dont you just be useful and help him cum in me, she laughed again. I can already feel his big cock starting to stiffen inside me. Now I know that means hes going to cum. I cant wait for that. It shoots so deep inside me. It comes out so fast too, like he wants to shoot it inside my pussy as quickly as possible. Dont fucking cum in her! Jill said to me from underneath her sister. All she could do was watch my cock grow more swollen inside her younger sister, the large underside vein growing.