Raj called me and informed me about my mom’s first customer who are three rich young guys of my age then she got ready and she wearied a “black bu...qa” which is d usual wear of Muslims. We got a taxi and reached the place where Raj asked us to come, Murray welcomed us and he got amazed seeing my mom’s figure and murmured in my ears that “your mom is so sexy than I expected and she can earn 10,000 rs per day” then he asked about burqa and I explained him that I didn’t disclosed the agreement and. The hair on the back of me neck stands on end as the girl reaches the van and I feel dread knot up in my gut, something is not right, I know it. Just as the girl is about to pass the van the driver gets out and asks the girl a question, I creep closer, invisible and silent. As the girl shakes her head and starts to walk on the driver grabs her from behind. She has time to scream only a moment before the driver pokes her in the neck with something that crackles and sparks. The girl’s body goes. At forty, she was no longer quite as firm as she’s like but overall, she felt that she looked good. Of course, the two hours a day of aerobics and weight training her husband required certainly helped. She ran her hand over her slightly rounded tummy and across her pert ass before cupping one of her very large breasts. The last time she purchased a bra; she had been a 34G but had not worn a real bra in years. Her husband or her boss, Mr. Sharpton, usually bound them in sturdy rope to keep. ‘That’s it, honey, lick them, suck them, bite them, oh yeah, baby, like that.’ Ashleigh was spread-eagled on the bed, her fingers dipping in and out of her cunt. Her muscles were tightening as she pushed herself toward orgasm. Then the neighbor began to wail. ‘Fuck me, baby, that’s it. Shove that big cock into my hot pussy. Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Finish me, you bastard, give me your hot cum. YES, YES, YESSSSSS. AHHHHHHHH.’ As the moan reached its peak, her fingers drove into her.