She felt something entering her now very wet pussy and it was a little cold at first but seemed to adapt to her fiery temperature right away. Her back...instantly arched as she heard a muffled little buzzing sound and felt fast pulses inside her as well as on her clit. She didn’t need a blindfold for this bit, she thought as her eyes rolled over on themselves. She felt him standing up again but didn’t give much consideration towards it as this feeling was just too damn good!She felt herself. Being the last grower to market in a glut might not be a winning strategy."I left her then and walked back to my house. I did a careful search of all the records my parents had kept, searching for something that might explain what my mom was thinking when she went off in the sales direction she had taken. While I wasn't happy having to gamble, I felt like gambling was being forced on me by the circumstances I now found myself in. Long shot or not, I was going to embrace the strategy that left. I’m spell bound by the beauty of your guy’s physique. That’s all.’ ‘That is far from ‘all.’ Trey’s not my guy and I have to trust you. My life and his are now in your hands.’ All the beauty vanished into cold reality. I just responded, ‘Tell me what you mean.’ She motioned for me to sit and began a visible personal struggle, ‘Trey is my nephew. He’s been secretly living with me for three years, since the Sultan’s decree that women could not work. The women had him trained to be a sex slave for. You’re back because you regret leaving.” Leila vigorously shook her head no. “You’re such a bullshit artist. No way I regret leaving.” “Then why are you here? Opening cam to me while you’re in your bed, your husband’s bed, in a bathrobe?” Leila shrugged, excited and her heart racing, “I don’t know.” She heard a chair move and looked at Ace stood up and now his hard erection was in full view. His hand stroking his cock, that cock that she had been used and abused by so many times. Her eyes were.