Monroe's face. The corner of her mouth rose in a suggestive smirk."If you're a good girl," she began, emphasizing the words 'good girl' with a purpose...ul focus, "then I'll let you eat my pussy later."Her words hung in the air between us like an accusation, my short term fate detailed in that single sentence and left for my inspection. My instincts told me to stand and run, to leave the office and the building and the whole awful job. I considered pleading with her, telling her that I wasn't a. The puckered hole resisted me.But I kept pushing.“Mr. Horne,” the girl groaned, her asshole clenched hard.“Just relax, slut,” I growled, growing impatient. I wanted to be in her teenage ass. “You’re my whore now. You never resist. You want me to fuck all your holes. When you’re not loving my daughter, I own you.”“Yes, Mr. Horne,” she panted, my thoughts prickling.Her asshole relaxed.She let out at throaty moan as my pussy-lubed cock spread her sphincter open. The puckered ring stretched wider. .." Stack replies as the two spies move with haste down the hallway, checking around each corner with the sides of their heads before moving to the right as Klutch told them. The two quickly move down a handful of steps before pressing open one final door and exiting out of the building into a dim lit parking lot.A pitch black conversion van that is hidden perfectly in the night skies comes rolling up, its tires screeching as it comes to a halt. As it stops, the side sliding door opens up,. At this point she was screaming her beautiful little head off with pleasure with each thrust. A felt her cum at least three times before I lost myself and blew my load deep into her pussy. We laid there for a couple of minutes before climbing into the front seat for the drive home. Part IIUnlike at the concert this night started out far differently than any other. We had never had a party at our house before, on the account of having kids, but they were spending the night at a friend’s house.