Kathy tried to crawl away but Sarah kicked her in the ribs and went for her Bra and Panties. They were torn off with ease. Sarah smirked and poured so...e wine on her before finish off the bottle herself. She wiped her mouth as she spat on Kathy."My Breast" Kathy Said covering herself"What BREAST whore. Thought you Holly Wood types were free with your bodies. Come on Lets see that FIRE CROTCH" Sarah laughedKathy tried to crawl away."Cut and running so soon" Sarah SaidShe grabbed her by the legs. "Of course!" he scowled."Shoudt she keep dese boots on?" "I think they were not so scuffed... how did the knees get soscuffed up anyway? Such a slut, always on her knees!" he musedaloud, knowing full well that it was he who had ordered me outof the limo - he who had me on my knees - and I was the Slut?Oh, if only I hadn't signed that contract, I would tell him off!His ears would be as red as my backside!"Noo.. " he concluded, after giving it deep thought, "not theboots. The stilettos; the ones. . In real lifeLet alone have one in your hands. You quickly make his bulging cock head disappear between your wanting and quivering lipsSucking. Nibbling. Then forcing it down your throat. Engulfing every inch. Wanting his whole cock in your mouth and wanting to feel his warm hard cock on every inch of the inside of your throatGrasping his balls. As if demanding he release his load of warm sweet cum that filled themBut they resist. For they want something far more greater than your mouthTaking. Known it in the reproachful gazes middle-aged wives gave their husbands when they caught them staring at her lush, youthful breasts - breasts that she exposed as much as she could without inviting the wrath of her protective Indian parents.Her father, bless his soul, used to get particularly distraught when she strutted around in her short skirts, leaving her calves, knees, even a hint of her thighs exposed to the servants. "My c***d, you are a beautiful girl, and that is the greatest gift a.