Stroking. Me with my right hand cupping her big left breast. God, she felt so good right then that I wanted to just grab her and absorb her so we'd ne...er be apart again.Suddenly she stood, reached behind her neck and somehow her entire dress just slid off her body and puddled at her feet leaving her standing there in Champagne colored bra and panties. I was absolutely stunned. The color contrasted with her skin.She wasn't a Penthouse centerfold. She carried a little weight, had fuller hips,. You could be the world’s ugliest receptionist.?Wasn’t that a charming interlude?On another day, Conrad is pooh-pooling my concerns because our daughter is homesick from day camp, and he says she shouldn’t be such a crybaby.This irks me. ?You’re a crybaby yourself sometimes, Conrad.? He doesn’t hear the edge in my voice? ?No I’m not, Sagesse? Conrad says. ?I hardly complain at all, and I always give you your way!?I smile at him. ?I’ll bet you that you’re wrong.? When we get home, I order Con to. I reached up and grabbing her jiggling jugs with both hands, kneading them, squeezing them, as I fucked her."Ohhh... Ohhh... fuck me, little man... fuck me hard," she groaned as my cock rammed into her.She came again, her hot pussy grabbing on my shaft, as I kept fucking her.I pulled my cock out, stood up, and grabbing her hair again, I pulled her towards me. I pushed my hips forward, shoving my cock back into her mouth, and I fucked her mouth about twenty strokes and let her go.I went back to. She was prone and her butt was nicely propped up in the way I had bound her. That's when Jamile, a 40ish gang leader, a powerfully built black man with scares and tats to prove the years he spent in prison, walked over, my contact here. "Is this the bitch?" I just nodded. "sweet ass"I handed him a envelope of cash and reminded him, "Don't let anyone kill her, I have to bring her home alive"."cool man, no prob".I retreated to my car and set up the video camera. Daddy was going to get to see.