He moved it quickly under my ass and to the edge of my wet slot. He held it there, teasing me, rubbing the head just inside my pussy coating it with m... juice. I pressed back with my hips but he moved away and tightened his hand on my throat. "No, no, no" he whispered to me. "I'm in charge here" Again, all could do is nod in approval and brace myself again against the door. With a long low growl his hard shaft pressed between my lips and deep inside my wet opening in one quick move. I had to. She was 34 or what but the thing I liked in her is that she was just 5”2 but carries large melons and used to reveal her beauty to anyone like the sabzi-walas,any any stranger to her.So as I opened the door she asked me that if I wanted tea or coffee,? As she know that I was there to watch out the house properly and would take time to finish that.I replied “yes,I would like to have tea” she smiled went back and came with a cup of tea and again went back.She was wearing a loose nighty during. But I noticed in this position the gagging sensation soon passed and he was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose. Harold leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips, and my hands rose instinctively to his chest, finding his nipples and toying with them. "Oh yeah, that's a good slut," he moaned. Then he started rocking his hips slowly. I was so turned on I thought I'd pass out, this married man using my mouth the way I'd used Barbara pussy countless. While I was sympathetic, I had repeatedly explained to him that I was not part of Child Protective Services. All the states maintained bureaucracies whose sole purpose in life was to insure children were safe, and make the parents' lives a living hell. The two seemed to go hand in hand to me. I explained to John that while I was saddened by the story he had given me, I reminded him that I was not dedicating my life to his 'pet project'. Besides, I was busy. If I caved on this, it would never.