‘There’s an accident every week on this damn street. I swear, I think the neon lights blind the drivers.’ I’m forced to adjust to the uneven ...idewalks, littered with scrapped tabloids and trampled worms. A wall of bright boutiques stretches into an intersection where men wearing helmets ravage the pavement with brutal implements. Deafening typewriter taps and a steady metallic roar fills the air. Grotesque blades slice through layers of roadway, previously traveled on by maintenance. Prepare for examination She was a bit shaky, but did it immediately. I walked around the back of her and pressed a fingertip to her asshole. It resisted. Tight. Good. I then came around front, pinched both her nipples until she winced. Good tolerance for pain. Her pussy was slightly damp, and surprisingly, her hymen was intact. I saw so few virgins these days. This was going to be rough for her. I fed her, and then ordered her to take a shower. Afterwards, I put a collar around her neck, a. I could just detect the smell of your hair when youleaned down next to me to pick up a magazine on the table where I had been sitting, waiting, wishingthat an opportunity would arise to deliver me.You sat close enough for me to count the frecklesthat dotted your shoulders and your chest all theway down to the intersection of your perfectlyformed tits that made my heavy breath quicken.A topic as banal and insignificant as the conferencewe were both attending was the catalyst for a. I could see the wet spots on her panties, getting bigger and bigger. I slowly inserted a finger inside the panties, and in her warm wet pussy just see and feel the wetness. My fingers were soaking.I brought the fingers out, put it in between our lips, and started tasting the juices. To my surprise, she sucked my fingers as much as I did, and then she winked at me. I went down and removed her sexy panties. She had a huge bush, again soaked with sweat and juices.I spread her legs wide and at.