She pulled at him, trying to force even more of the deeply slamming man meat into her pussy.Her vagina seared with the rising, consuming heat of her d...sire. He was a living lance that speared again and again into the open wound of her body. Unable to move, she made up for it by squeezing. Her cunt was a sucking mouth that ate at the thick shaft that filled and packed it. She squeezed down, attempting to make her channel of sex a glove-like socket for him. She strained, drawing her pussy tighter. . mention that his daughter works for me, but he will fail to say anything about his having beaten his spouse almost to death. The bastard has money, and with money comes influence. Ten to one, I’m going to have police from Denver coming up here to investigate her disappearance. When they do, she will be in perfect health, so we can’t even mention his having beaten her. Plus, if I wring the little fucker’s neck, everyone is going to know who did it.Somehow, we need to quieten this down until. For now, he had to concentrate all his attention on the proposition at hand. Mr. Asad had brought along two of his partners, Mr. Ikamau and Mr. Tedros. Like Mr. Asad, they were both tall, well-muscled men with sleek blue-black skin. Andy was completely outclassed during the raquetball game they’d insisted on playing before lunch. And it was only worse in the shower afterwards. Andy felt tiny and soft among their hard, large, black bodies. Andy was trying not to peek at the other men, bll three. "Would you like hair like mine Missy?" Miss Jean asked as I brushed herhair."Oh yes Miss Jean," I gushed. "You have lovely hair."I've always worn my hair longish, certainly longer than current malefashion and when Miss Jean was brushing out my hair she commented. "It'salready longish, I think you should let it grow out darling, and thisweekend I'll help you get it looking closer to mine, would you like thatMelissa?" Oh I would Miss," I said as her fingers started rolling my hair ontocurlers.