“So…” he asked, setting my drink down in front of me and taking payment, “how’s life?”I rolled my eyes and regaled him with the story of m... day. For such a long and shitty day, it took a surprisingly short amount of time to retell. So, for good measure I added in the fact that my boss was the incompetent son of the owner and didn’t know his ass from his elbow. “let me guess… Polish? He said after I had finished speaking. I furrowed my brow, letting him know that I had no idea what he was. Neelu was movingthree fingers of her left hand fucking her pussy while her right hand wassqueazing her breasts with the Brassiere cloth. She was imagining what hadhappened in the afternoon. The Negro was squeazing her brassiere cups in the samefashion. The very thought gave created more power in her hand and she startedsqueazing her breasts mercilessly as if it was not She but the Negro who wassqueazing her breasts uuuuughhhh ahhhh uffff muuaaa aaaaammaiiii ishhhhh fuck,yes ufffff, fuck. Looking up she continued, “Here, with our beloved mistresses, we have found a level of love we didn’t believe could exist in this world. And they shared it with us! Really, they did. They are kind, selfless, considerate ... Every virtue one could name, they have in abundance.”Rising to her feet again, she turned toward Paula and said, “No, Slave Paula, our slavery is not over. It will never be over as long as we live.” With her head high and her tits thrust out she added, “And Christy and I. Она извивалась на кровати, ругаясь на чем свет стоит. Все ее бедра блестели от смазки, а под ней было небольшое мокрое пятно – кажется, она уже успела кончить.- Ты почему ругаешься, как последняя шлюха? – с этими словами я нанес первый удар самой толстой плеткой.Марина замерла и замолчала.- Молчишь? А зря! – и последовал второй удар.Марина застонала.- Что стонешь, не нравиться? - еще удар.Удары сыпались один за другим. Женщина кричала от боли и наслаждения. Я видел, что от ее выделений простыня.