"I'm a whore," Mandy grunted, straining not to squeeze down and harder. "I'm Daddy's princess but I'm a whore." Suddenly she felt her dad's hand and f...rearm slapping against the back of her thighs. He was jerking off into her butt. "No, Daddy, not in there," she whined. "Yes, baby, now keep saying it or I'll give you the whole thing." "I'm a whore I'm a whore I'm a whore," she blurted out. He started grunting obscenely, tongue lolling against her ear as he orgasmed. He jerked another inch into. I was afraid to think about wanting to lay her. I’d blow my mind. I was afraid to. I was afraid of losing her. You must be crazy, Norton! Since when were you ever afraid of losing a girl? Knock it off. But I stopped thinking like that. It worried me, the part about losing her. I was really afraid of losing her. ‘Here we are,’ she smiled and picked up her martini glass. She clinked it against the rim of my glass. ‘Gin?’ I asked, looking at her glass. ‘Vodka.’ She sipped her drink and I sipped. The door is unlocked. When you some in you'll see a set of stairs on your left. Walk down them to the basement.He stepped through the door and went down the stairs. In front of him was a lovely blonde, probably in her late 30s from the look of it, sitting on a couch. She has a black cami on and nothing else, her tanned legs spread so her shaved pussy was on full display. The TV on the wall showed a busty woman taking a big black cock deep inside her, moaning loudly. The woman had clearly been. . Allez! D?gagez! Ou j'appelle ma responsableNadine. ?.Julie et Sarah s'en all?rent, humili?es d'?tre ? pr?sent prises comme devulgaires et moches ouvri?res.Elles tomb?rent un peu plus tard sur Cyndie et Chantal qu'elles avaient dumal ? reconnaitre. Chantal avait ? pr?sent perdu ses m?ches rousse etCyndie avait des cheveux d'un blond parfait. Elles avaient une taille fineet de jolie mensuration, ?taient maquill?es et le teint frais, maissurtout semblaient avoir perdu plusieurs ann?es.Deux.