What were they talking about? Did I want to know? Would it lead to something between me and Leanne?Leanne was close to Jordan's height, though I knew ...y brunette was wearing three inch heels. Leanne's hair was darker, flowed straight, and hung off her bulging breasts. She was wearing an apron over the store shirt, something all of the employees wore, but it couldn't conceal her size. She also wore a skirt that flowed around her knees, and very comfortable looking shoes.I stopped next to them. We took turns fucking and swapping positions with Daisy until it was 8 o'clock and her husband called and wanted to know when she was going to be home.The next day we all played it cool at the beginning of the day. I sent the guys out to park cars and I saw Daisy come in about an hour late. Her husband had dropped her off and she was wearing a over sized white shirt and loose fitting jeans with a pair of low cut heels. She was tying her shirt in a knot under her breast as she walked toward me. “To the same girl too!” she added, letting loose another arrow. “Cyka blyat!” Dmitri expressed his frustration the only way he knew how as he watched yet another idiot goon of his expose himself only to get taken out by the archer vigilante. In an act of desperation, Dmitri grabbed his radio and called for help. “Markov. Please. Help.” “Wilco.” A voice replied from the radio. Dmitri had not returned to NYC with just his own men. The Tracksuit Mafia had also sent Markov Teller, an American. .Her pussy was now fully open to him, she felt almost numb as she laid there and took it.‘Now you are broken’, Johnathan Roberts thought, so at the bottom of my thrust, he held….and then began to g-r-i-n-d his hips in a circle…then began the pounding again. After a few strokes, I again ground myself into Alexis, and I knew this forcing her pussy and clit to rub the pillow she was on.The heat was rushing now, and again, Alexis’s body was being driven wild. At the bottom and grind of the stroke,.