I firmly stroked my tongue down, then forward almost to the base of his balls, then up, up, between his smooth cheeks to press my wet tongue into his ...sshole. I licked there gently, reaching around Phil's waist to touch his soft cock. As I rimmed him, I felt his cock stirring; feeling him get hard in my hand made me so horny that my tongue-thrusts got stronger. I lapped hungrily between his cheeks; his shaft started getting bigger, getting hard in my hand; I wanted it so much! But his asshole. Her response was that she wore so much make up and with the red hair, her own mother wouldn't recognize her. Obviously the red hair was new since her employment at the Diamond Club.Now why had he been so quick to tell April that Jessica was a simple bartender, when he knew better. He was on the rig, so he had an air tight alibi. April considered it odd, as she was sure Goodman had. Could it possible be a murder for hire kind of thing.She hadn't realized how fast time was passing. It was almost. “Beg me to stop, slut,” he growled. “Please, Sir! Stop! My pussy has learnt its lesson. It is so sore, please Sir. Stop,” tears streamed down my face as I begged. Although my pussy was dripping by the time he stopped his punishment, it was also burning with pain and soreness. My clit was rock hard in between my pussy folds and I could feel it ache for attention. He threw his belt aside and quickly flipped me around, resecuring the ropes. I was on my stomach, my ass and pussy bared to him. “You. Then I saw her talking to my mother and laughing about some other thing, She saw me and gave me smile this gave me courage and I used to sit on the balcony and stare at her most of the time, like when she used to wash clothes, wash dishes or sweep outside the house and she knew that I used to stare at her but she never said this to my parents.Her husband was a drunkard and he used to get drunk and hit her every weekend, my parents would most of the time intervene and save her.One day my parents.