. My tongue finds her clit and pressing harder against it moving my head around keeping the pressure against it.. I hear her moans get louder.. Then f...el her hands on the back of my head. She pulls me hard against her and begins rocking back and forth.. setting the rhythm. After several intense minutes, she increases the rhythm.. cumming hard on my face and tongue. We catch our breath while I am rubbing and caressing her legs, which are spread wide, looking at her breasts and her beautiful. Mr. Jackson gestured towards four brown leather chairs similar to the ones that I'd seen in the reception area. They were arranged around a small oak coffee table. "Mr. Jamieson, why don't we sit over here." I sat in the chair closest to the door. As soon as I was seated Mr. Jackson asked, "Can I get you anything? Water, coffee, a soda, or maybe a cocktail?" I shook my head. "No thank you, I'm fine." He sat down in the leather chair opposite mine. "Mr. Jamieson, thank you for agreeing to meet. I checked my phone for the time, anxiously awaiting the fifteen minute mark. The deadline came and went. After twenty minutes I returned to the door at the end of the hall. Loud energetic fucking could be heard coming from behind the locked door. After forty minutes the door opened. The muscular dude from the pool exited, wearing only his board shorts with his six pack on full display and his boner pressing against the fabric. He looked at me right in the eyes, smirking he said, “Enjoy the. .." You liar! You filthy sow! Your expression intimated you knew only too well what it is to fuck a man. And what man would fuck you, a filthy slut? You are fit only for the savage thrusts of swine and asses. I am tired now, but when I have recovered my energy, I shall apply my switch to your buttocks with vigour."The stepmother waddled over to Cinderella, spat full in her face and waddled back to her rocking chair. She sat down in it, and rocked back and forth."And so, my darling daughters,.