Do you think you could handle me in acombat?"I can see my father mulling over an answer, until my mother nudges himand gives him a stern look."No," he...admits."Ah, but do you really mean that, or it's just you don't want to insultyour guests again?" she says. "Should we have a little wrestling match toset things straight?" No, Cybill," my father says, crushed, "I am sure you are stronger thanme." And yet," she says, "you still think of us to be feminine, and yourselfto be masculine. Admit it." I. Why don’t we have a break and relax?” She suggested in a seductive tone and with her final word, she launched the papers out of his hand. They proceeded to join the heaps of clothes scattered on the ground. She also kicked his bag across to the other side of the room. The notebook almost slipped out of it and was now resting on top of the bag. In the same motion she pulled her leg over him, until she was on top of him, straddling his thighs. James could feel his bulge rubbing against her bare. “Cchod saale cchod.. You are my slave ..do as I say.. Fuck your mistress..”And she was thumping on my dick..The sound of thup thup thup in the room..She did this for a while and got up..She said- “Now fuck me like your whore you rascal.. Tear my pussy..”She sat on her knees and placed one palm on bed for support. With her right hand fingers, she spread her pussy. I was behind her ass. The view was mesmerizing.Perfect ass, spread dripping pussy and the beauty cursing and urging me to fuck. You will also notice that this clear plastic cover protects it from accidental use." He lifted the cover and rested his thumb on the button. "If I press this, a quantity of nerve gas will be pumped in through the vents. It will be sufficient to kill almost instantly anyone in that room you occupy." He smiled sardonically. "I realize that you will not be affected by this. However, any human in the room will die." I tell you this because the door will be opening in a minute and you will be.