His tongue slipped between her lips, playinh with hers. He pulled her tight against him. She desperately moaned, feeling his hardness pressing against...her. "You want it, don't you?" he said in his deep, unwavering voice. Jessica whimpered and nodded. "Say it," he growled. "I want it, Mr. Janes. I want your cock." She shook in his grasp from pure lust. He let her go, and started unbuckling his jeans. "On your knees, bitch," he barked. She didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees and looked. She walked in when I opened the door. She told me that her computer was out of order and that she would like to use mine. I took her to the computer-room, then went to kitchen to get her a drink. After giving her the drink, I came back to the living room.I had hardly settled down in my chair in the living room when I heard her calling me. I went to the computer room. She said she could not turn on the computer. She was sitting on the chair before the computer. I sat down on the arm of the chair. I imagined her licking my wet pussy. Her sucking on my clit and shoving her fingers inside me. The thought nearly put me over the edge."Ok now it's my turn. Get the strap on you fucking whore." It was Amanda. The way she commanded this mystery woman made me get even wetter. I slowly used my middle finger and gently moved it in and out of my wet pussy."Now you fuck me you whore. You fuck me like you have never fucked before." I heard her groan after that; I imagined the strap on being shoved. ( Hell yeah) Yes I would. She walked in layed her papers on my desk and leaned over and stuck her tongue down my throat. Damn she looked good, smelled good, and tasted devine. After a few minutes I pulled back and said I hoped I could answer her questions. She gave me the shut up and fuck me look. Trish has that milky white never been sunburned skin that still turns me on. She has that full breasted round firm ass body that screams for attention and today was my day. While she stood in front of.