Only pausing for a second from unbuttoning Francine's blouse, Melissa brought her hand to her waist to undo the knot in her belt. Her breasts fell fre... and Francine was there immediately to cup them, feeling the hardening nipples against the palms of her hands. She ghasped as Melissa finally managed to wrap away the fabric of her blouse and her bra and leaned in to close her lips around one nipple. From then on things sped up.The last two buttons on the blouse flew across the room, bouncing on. “He’s a gangster, my guess is he is going to turn you over to pimp soon - We pay a price for every choice we make. Chose me the price is small go with him he’ll destroy your soul.”“You chose for me,” she said lowering her lips to Gabby. She pressed heart shaped mouth to Gabby’s full frim lips.****He sat fuming glaring at his drink as the anger built in him. “What the fuck did she think she was doing?” he wondered to himself. Looking up he saw the two women approaching. The muscled up bitch came. Slowly, she slipped it inside. She curled her finger up to my G-spot. "Oh god, that feels good, what are you doing?" I moaned, grabbing onto her head. "Just relax and let me make you cum," she demanded. I laid my head back and started to buck my hips. I had never had a squirting orgasm and figured I wasn't going to now. I started to breathe deep but still didn't think anything of it. She leaned her mouth down to my pussy, going faster with her finger. Suddenly, I felt an orgasm build inside of. He and I had met a couple years ago, when I consulted for him on a copyright case. We'd hit it off and continued as friends; playing tennis once a week, doing the bar scene together every so often, that sort of thing."Finch, Day, and Tressler," the receptionist answered. "How may I direct your call?" I'd like --" I stopped short. That wasn't my voice. I looked over at the picture again. "He" was rapidly losing his neck in a mass of muscles. Which meant that my neck, including my vocal chords,.