"Ola, hello, welcome to club 18 -22, I am Miguel and I am your pimp for the week."Sandra looked at the and laughed drunkenly. "Oh right,Pimp eh, maybe...your English isn't too brilliant?" Pimp, he said Sand!" Irene replied equally drunkenly, "Because if he's our pimp that makes us." Prossies!" Sandra exclaimed, "Sluts, bring it on!" Que?" Miguel replied."Boys, bring 'em on, that's what we came for!" Sandra insisted."Boys, men, chop chop," Irene laughed, "Just a minute I'll slip into something. " Always, Babe," he responded just before Arlene grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back to her pussy.Smiling about her impatient daughter, the Queen turned and left their bedroom. In the sitting room of the suite, she picked up a phone and walked out into the hallway with it.A little earlier, a few suites down the hall, Hope had returned from taking Sugar outside. After their nightly playtime, Hope turned out the lights. Sugar was quick to curl up on the pillow beside her mistress' head. As. My girl-cock always responded to a woman in need of my futa-seed.And Jamie needed it. I could feel her heat. Her pussy ovulated, her ovaries releasing an egg needing to be fertilized by my girl-cum. I shuddered and groaned, kneading her ass and staring at the president. The older woman recrossed her legs, her arms folded before her. Color spotted her cheeks. Her jaw clenched, her eyes smoldering.“We'll talk when you're... less distracted.”I smiled at her and moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes. Your. OMG, she was Goddess. No comparison with any other women at all. She wore a white gown with light golden color prints on it. And that gown perfectly fitted on her body.Her hair was tied into a ponytail. She was looking like she was 24, so I was shocked to see a kid with her, who I later learned was 5 years old. I greeted her, “Good Morning,” she smiled and replied the same. That kid was sitting next to me.We started our breakfast and in between, I was talking and playing with that kid. I had.