Peewee again thrusts but Sophie just laughs even louder.“If I am going to get some cock can it at least be from a man?” she asks“Fuck you”, sh...uts Peewee “Lets see how what you think when I am in your arse”Sophie feels Peewee pull out of her pussy her legs lifter a little higher and her arse begins to be exploited“Fuck me is that it or is someone using a finger?” Sophie giggles “What’s up are there no men here?”Peewee starts to get abusive but his rant is cut short when Boss says she’s got a. “Fair enough. What the fuck is going on?”McIlhenny pushed me a picture. It was a man, middle-aged, sharply dressed in a tailored gray suit, balding, narrow chin, big cheekbones. In shape. Looked Eastern-European. “Recognize this guy?”“Nope.”“His name is Artemi Filatov. He's Russian.”“No shit.” Of course, he was Russian. They had an embassy and a whole lot of mobsters around the Chesapeake. “What about him?”“He's a pimp. Not the kind of pimp who runs around in a flamboyant suit with a dressed-up. I leaned up, and looked right at her. She looked right back at me, as if she was sending me a message through eye contact. Did she have a thing for me? I wasn't sure, but then I got my wish."Fuck!" I screamed.I put the camera back on her, and got a shot of me shooting all over her face. The orgasm was quite satisfying, and I needed a minute to relax. I kept the camera on them, and they seemed to want more. They got onto their knees, and she took his cock in her hands."You know, I've enjoyed. She was blond with green eyes, a big woman, she had big proportions except for her boobs which were a C cup at the most. She had an air of sexuality about her that I could not explain and since her husband left her she lost weight and became a social butterfly in our community. She was loud but not vulgar and she was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t scared to make her feelings known. Everyone I knew was scared of her everyone except me (I was just too stupid in the relationship.