Her place was decorated in a retro chic Austin Powers type of way. It was quite flattering. She had a white piano as well. She smoked way too many cig...rettes and her place smelled like she was in denial of that fact. I wasn't. She flirted and asked why I bothered with dinner with her with myself looking so fine. I honestly wanted some mature pussy and we'd hit it off enough via chat. I could tell that some BBC would get her week along just right. Gertrude cooked shrimp over rice. It was. " I leaned into his hand full of cum and stuck my tongue out and got some on the tip. It was salty and bitter. "I don't want to taste any more." "Alright. That's fair." He walked to the sink and washed his hand off. Then came back to me. I had stood up from the floor and he kissed me some more and then started rubbing his hand between my legs. I still had my shorts on. He dropped them to the floor and rubbed my pussy through my panties. "Has anybody ever touched you here?" "No." It felt so. Let me see you, birthday girl, let me see you fuck hard.” He grabbed her ass two-handed now and gunned her more. What other way but hard could she fuck? She peered over her shoulder and marvelled at how frantically he was pounding her, the extent to which her body was being dominated by this great man and his cock-to-match. That refined voice was animal in her ear, as he took her. “Come on, girl, work that cunt. Let me feel you. This is your coming-of-age, right? So work it.”He pushed her back. .. ' she thought as she eagerly set to work.Emma was pleased with the two men she'd just hired. She found it was necessary to travel farther and farther from Greenville to find men who might be willing to work for a woman. These two were brothers who lived on a farm with their parents, three sisters and two more brothers just beyond town – large families being the norm in an agricultural society where manual labor was required to get anything done. The exchange for their work would be a portion.