That weekend she went to the beauty salon and got her hair cut and styled, had a manicure with her finger and toenails painted a pretty red. Then she ...ot a massage and a facial. She felt like a new woman.On Monday when she walked into the office she was a "new" person. She was wearing a blue skirt that was modestly short and hugged her hips. On top she was wearing a frilly white blouse with a multi-colored scarf around her neck. She had on a matching blue blazer.Several of her co-workers didn't. Damn! He was beating so hard I to hold on to the head board just to keep up. Good thing I was home alone because to rucus we were making was enough to raise the dead. My back was arched and his hands were full of my buns as he fucked me down like a cheap ho. I was a little ashamed at how loud and slightly effeminate my moans were but knew that I had gone past the point of pride. He pulled me back, pushed me down so I was flat on the bed and rode me hard, trying to really dig that dick deep into. Wieder zuckt sie zusammen, wohl auch, weil ihr Nippel zwischen meinen Knöcheln eingeklemmt und gereizt wurden. Und wieder stöhnte sie und ihr Körber fing an zu beben. „Oh Tom, mach weiter das tut so gut..so geil mit dir Liebe zu machen“ Öffne die Bluse!“ hauche ich ihr vor Geilheit entgegen. „Mistkerl“ zischt sie, hob aber ihre Arme und nestelt an den Knöpfen. Immer weiter klafft sie auf, gibt Stück für Stück mehr nackte Haut preis, bis sie schließlich ganz geöffnet war .Willenlos erduldete sie. Nothing to worry about.’ ‘Nothing to worry about, Honey?’ Mr. Stanford asked, extending his hand and cupping my left breast, never once glancing at my face. ‘No,’ I murmured. ‘I’ve never seen tits this large and so perfectly formed,’ he said, addressing Mr. Damon. ‘In size and shape they almost look like implants, but they’re very obviously not,’ he added, now kneading my breast and squeezing my nipples. ‘Tiny waist. This is a rare find. And she’s a good fuck, you say?’ ‘Not bad,’ Mr. Damn.