We ate a typical Mrs. Mendoza breakfast and sat drinking coffee, until we saw Heinrich coming up the slope. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted for ...ew minutes while we finished our coffee. When it appeared that everyone was ready, I put my coffee cup on the table and led them all outside to the edge of the plateau and then turned to face the house.“Heinrich, the Hacienda is to be built around, and centered on, my house. When the Hacienda is complete, what is now my house will be my study.. Anyway we had had our evening of nylon planned I changed into my semi opaque tights when she got back from work, I dont usually wear sheer tights as I don't won't to shave my legs and I think it looks silly men's hairy legs in nylon,my lady had been wearing her 20 denier barely black tights for almost 8 hours already so they had some lovely lady smells already,theres nothing quite like the smell of pussy and a slight hint of droplets of pee through tights it seems to linger longer than on. " "The only rescue would be false nails I am afraid. And Bob is toomacho to allow that!" "There isn't a man I can't get to do what I want when it comes tonails. I even got one man to let me paint his nails in boy-killerpink!" "I would love to see Bob in painted nails. Maybe a bright red thatwould really be noticeable would look good on him. It would tonehim down some for sure. Get him thinking more about looking nicefor others' sakes, and less about giving orders to everyone. Forsure with. Solon," Georgia cried, "just look at it, it's oozing juice and her clit, you can actually see it protruding from her fat lips, it' utterly stunning!!!" "Please control yourself and get to work," admonished her boss, "Mrs. Larson has to get back to her class, so if you would please!!!" Now laying on Mr. Solon's large wooded desk with her legs spread wide, Krista clenched and unclenched her fists while lewdly shoving her engorged organ towards Georgia's mouth in anticipation of the cunt lapping.