So the Owner had no alternative but to persuade this sixteen year-old, hot, impossibly handsome whore-boy to enjoy himself. He didn’t know how to a...hieve it, not yet, but felt confident that he would think of something. He went back to the kitchen to see how the boys were getting on. As it happened the boy in question had his cock – large, long and thick, incidentally quite like the Owner’s impressive equipment - up the cunt’s diseased fuck-hole. The Owner studied him carefully, he wasn’t. His finger felt big and stiff to her, but she liked the sensation of having her pussy filled and crammed. Taimur eased his finger up her cream-slick little tunnel as far as it would go, and Fatima soaked the probing digit finger with another hot flood of juice..I was so involved in the story I didn’t notice when Faiza came in and was lying on the bed on the other side of bed. Baji telling me that she will continue her story next time and left for bathroom for shower. As lights of the room were. By now both were beyond control and I held Sonia’s hair pulled them down and clamped my mouth on hers and we both engaged ourselves in our wettest wildest tongue play that evening. Sonia started necking me heavily, on my neck, my ears and moved down to my chest and started biting my nipples. Sonia gave a short tug to my rigid cock and said, “Let’s do it”. I opened the back seat, asked her to sit exactly in the middle. I shut the door and climbed into the car from the front seat and managed to. ” She was a little let down that he didn't seem happier to hear from her. She shrugs it off and hopes once he got there things would be different. It’s about 7:30 pm when he finally shows up. “Hey Paige, You wanted to talk?” “I do, come sit. Don’t be awkward with me.” “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” “No, I don’t think so. Look, Jared. I have done a lot of thinking since the last time I saw you and I have a confession.” “What do you mean a confession? What’s going on?” “I.