Sheryl positioned Jane on all fours doggy style and began finger fucking her from behind whilst licking her bum hole. Jane was off the scale she had ... red face and was sweating profusely and clearly in two minds what to do next. Her body continued to spasm and shake as the finger fucking alternated between her pussy and bum hole. Jane’s began to say loudly “Oh yes fuck me bitch” her tone was authoritative but calm almost a school teacher to a student. Then to Andy and Sheryl’s surprise a. Uske boobs 38 K aas paas honge.Gaand to usse b khatrnaak hai.Uske pati jyadater kaam k silsile mein baahar he rehte hai.Hamara Ghar kaafi aana jaana hai.To ab story shuru karta hu.1 mahine pehle ki baat hai.Hamaare mohale mein choriya bahutbHo rahi thi to poona ne hamare ghar par baat ki k mai unke ghar sou security k liye.Mai to poora khush ho gaya. Mai to uske baare mein soch kar muth maara karta tha aur ab ussi k ghar mein raat ko jaa raha tha.Mai raat ko unke ghar chala geya.Wo mujhse kabhi. Yes Are you a B cup? Yes she answered without hesitation. Why are you answering these questions? Because you are asking me them. So you would answer any question I ask? Yes When was the last time you masturbated he asked expecting her to hang up. This morning. She answered without thinking. Holy shit he thought. Will you do anything I ask? Of course she said. Flash your tits now. He looked across the street and saw her pull her top up, exposing her breasts and then lowered her shirt. He stared. Go ahead! Have sex with! Fuck him! Fuck him until your heart’s content!”Zaleah fell silent the rest of the way. When we got to the house we rented, Zaleah ran upstairs to clean up and change.“How do I look?” she asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs and spinning around.“Beautiful,” I said. She was wearing a new pair of leggings, knee-high boots, and a pink, low-cut sweater.“Is that what you’re wearing?”“I’m not the one having sex, remember?” I said walking to the door.We spent the first.