‘Can you help me get in? I don’t think she has the key. I want to have the place ready to go by the time she can go there.’ ‘Meet me at 153 Do...n Street tomorrow at 10 o’clock.’ ‘I owe you a lot, man.’ ‘You seem like a decent man. Take good care of her. She will have lots of problems.’ ‘You can count on me.’ ‘I hope so.’ Chris went back into the room, found that she was crying and he couldn’t say anything. Mumbling something about checking the baby, he went out again. Praying ‘Dear God, please. .." she muttered. This was good; Lon was being nice to her, and his gallant reflex was seated in the channel between her pussy lips. Thank God he was a horny teenager -- if he were a bit older and pickier, his cock would probably be a shrunken thing and he'd be holding himself aloof, rather than pressing his crotch against a fat woman...Lon didn't see it that way; he had a double handful of plush ass cheek, and Beth's big titties were floating before him, their fat brown nipples sticking out. I use to enquiry lot about her, about her income, about her child which didn’t have. She reply calmly and in between became tragic too. She was very interested in watching TV so, usually she opt for house works. She watch TV when she completed her works. After 3 – 4 days of regular work at home she is friendly with me. As I regularly tipped her with 30 – 50 rupee. She also cleaned removes the bottles of whisky of last night’s. And even question me “why I drink so much of alcohol” I reply. Playing to the small webcam I had discretely placed in the corner to privately record all this on my computer, I resisted the invitation and instead used Amy's chin to turn her head first to the left and then right as if I were inspecting property.The gesture wasn't lost on Amy and a gasp escaped her pleading mouth. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check continuing down her neck and chest until it rested against the top of her dress. Driving home Amy's lack of control I.