“Wait my dear. Wait until Miss Marchant has explained to us what she has in mind,” he urged.“ No Miss Foulds,” Alice replied. St Saviour’s h...s been a privately run orphanage for the past 60 years and has managed in all that time to keep its anonymity. It is only now that I find it necessary; to seek out people such as yourselves, who can help me raise the necessary capital to restore St Saviour’s to its former glory. As if on queue, the women knelt behind their charges, one to remove the girls’. She walks over, lifts her skirt high enough to show him the lace top of her stocking and perches on the corner of his desk. He smiles to himself as he catches a glimpse of her shaven pussy. She sees from his eyes that he has spotted her preparation and begins to unbutton her blouse teasing him more by stroking herself, knowing that he is trying so hard to maintain a professional act for the phone customer. She feels her nipples harden inside the satin cups of her bra and the soft material. You can fuck my ass...just don't cum in my pussy...please..."I looked down at all of the moisture covering her pale pink dimpled ass...and the tan star of her anus looking at me and glistening, covered in her own juices. I used my thumb and rubbed her asshole roughly and then worked my thumb into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She let out a low grunt that contracted her pussy. I knew I was about to cum now. I pulled my thumb out of her ass and gripped her love handles firmly. I backed off. "Oh, yes!" you respond, surprised at your verbal reaction as my finger invades your most sensitive private area deeper and deeper. By now it is obvious you are excited, as your juices run down my finger and drip onto the sponge of the wooden lounger. Your warm soft hand slowly wraps around my thick, rock hard shaft as you're slightly surprised at how thick it is, as you hear another throaty groan escape from my mouth. As you slowly begin stroking your hand up and down my shaft, my finger.