As they walked down the office hall Yvonne took a good look at some of the photographs adorning the walls. She commented favorably about their beauty....Ann remarked that I was the photographer and that my studio was at the end of the hall. Ann showed it to her. Yvonne was very impressed. Ann later filled me in on their discussion on the ride back to campus. Yvonne said that she had never hugged a white guy before but if that is how white guys hug she wanted more. Ann said: ‘Matt’s hugs are. Part of me wanted to know what she would do? What if she was mad? She knocked on my door. "Come in!" The door opened slowly as she poked her head in. Her blond hair falling around her neck decorated with a pink puca necklace. She caught sight of me and entered the room turning to close the door behind her, with the soft click I knew she had locked it. She waited there for a second giving me time to look at at her sweet bubbly ass that I wanted so bad! She turned to me walking slowly. "You know. You know why? Because unlike some Muslim scum you are willing to work with society to make the world a better place not against it. And since I don’t think you should be deported I will personally fuck your wife.”As the noonday sun rose up in the sky the two coconspirators worked tirelessly developing a plan for seducing Ishtar’s frigid wife Lulu. The cunning plan was subtle with its many intricacies so as to succeed without her catching on to their plot. Most days Lulu went to her job at the. “Yes, yesyesyesyes, whatever you want, just fuck me now.” The head opens you as it slides easily inside and you quiver and clench around it. Inch by inch, it fills you, letting you feel it as travels to your bottom. Reaching the limit, it grinds there for a minute and the feeling is so intense, you almost lose it. The cock pulls back and you whimper at the emptiness it leaves behind, before filling you again. The pace is maddeningly slow but increasing. You’re shaking, your whole body.