„Haben sich doch gut gehalten die beiden für ihr Alter“, stellte Ulrike anerkennend fest. „Ja, das stimmt, haben beide nur einen kleinen Baucha...satz, muskulöse Arme und Beine, keine fetten Männerbrüste, immer noch relative stramme Hintern und die grauen Haare sind noch reichlich vorhanden, bis auf die zwischen den Beinen vor deinem Mann“ lachte Inge. „Und ihre Schwänze werden auch immer noch schön steif, schau nur, wie sie schon die Hälse strecken, nur weil sie die Elke begafft haben“ machte. " Have many kissed you?" No, I have to admit, you're my first."Her hand slid down between my legs, tracing the outline of my erection. "And do your patients usually get you excited, like now?"I pulled her hand from my genitals. "No. I'm a professional." A professional cherrybuster.She tilted to one side. "Oh god, I'm leaking all over your table." A damp spot on the paper was exposed when she spread her legs. "Maybe my breasts are sensitive, like you said. You're so smart."I hadn't removed one. Lorrie and Marcy had negotiated with the Philadelphia real estate group for the old mall at the narrows for future permanent offices. They gave a price, Lorrie counter offered and they accepted. Everything was good, or so it seemed.Then came the first group of paperwork. It was filled with costs associated with purchasing leased commercial property that was still in active leases. The fees amounted to 500 thousand dollars. Lorrie dug in her heels; we weren’t paying that. The building was empty. She knew that some girls, the so-called pain sluts, got off on this type of thing, some even allegedly had difficulty reaching orgasm without some physical beating. For her, it just plain hurt. She flinched and yelped at every strike. And yet, she could feel her pussy getting damp. It was supposed to be unpleasant, it was punishment, after all. Each blow to her body was another assertion of his power over her. Is that how the pain sluts do it? Does the pleasure come from the pain itself or from.