..then feel free to message me :)I am imagining that your I did some work for your husband, and he now owes me money that he could not pay! I am angry...and upset, and need immediate recompense, and I can see his shame at not being able to settle up. While I have been working for him, I have discreetly also been watching you, going about the house, properly dressed in figure hugging dresses, watching you bend over, accentuating your curves even more. I am not sure if you are doing it for my. “Yes, fine.” “Let me help.” “Okay.” I placed my hands around her waist and raised her shirt up over her head. “Okay, your turn.” A cheap trick, sure. She couldn’t remove her bra since I didn’t have one, so she’d have to choose to take her pants off on her own. She unzipped and unbuttoned her fly, and started lowering her jeans. Again, I placed my hands upon her hips and helped slide her clothes off. She stepped out, one leg, and then the other. She stood there in white bra and pink lacy. Clemmy was stamping her authority on her companions and gaining the grudging respect of the staff. The coming victory over Olga would lift her morale no end. That famous optimism was already beginning to help her rise above the miseries of her long imprisonment.The women crowded around and the two started at it. Olga got in the first blow and Clemmy fell back into the crowd who pushed back towards the other woman and straight into a great punch which opened up the Rashumba created cut again.. I can feel a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. I feel his fingers inside of my ass, the pain is too much, but I don’t want him to stop.Finally the pain becomes pleasure. I can feel myself about to cum. I am almost there, my hips gyrating on the mattress. He knows I am about to cum as he feels my muscles tighten on his fingers.“Dirty whore. You like that don’t you?” he says in his deep gruff voice.So close, I am about to squirt. My pussy throbbing. Right there. And then he lets out an.