Liking up and down my folds as large hands squeeze my fat ass and open me up for more pleasure. As my back door friend probes my openings with his ton...ue and fingers getting me wet and slippery with my pussy juices I slide my feet around his dick and rub up and down his shaft with my stockinged feet and deep throat te man in front if me till I can feel it in the back of my throat gagging me with his goodness. Just when I think I can't take any more and am deleterious with pleasure from both. She felt her mouth go dry and her heartbeat quicken. She walked to the counter and picked up her coffee unable to take her eyes off the accusing information.Bill lifted his cup to his mouth and sipped “don’t let it get cold” he said. She drank with trembling hands. Waiting. “This made very interesting reading. Do you want to know your results?” She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. “Your not slave material, your fantasies reveal your quite a slut “he chuckled.” But what I found most fascinating was. I just sorry someone didn’t teach him a lesson about putting hands on a woman.”I smiled. “Oh, Brian gave him a taste. A broken nose, a broken jaw, three teeth missing, and just before the cops got there he kicked him, breaking four ribs. If his sister hadn’t held him back he would probably have killed him.”Jackson gave a grin and pointed to a photo hanging on his wall. It was Brian standing in a boxing ring, an opponent at his feet, as blood ran out of a corner of his mouth. “That’s him after. He turned and found himself staring into the deep blue eyes of one of the workers."Wanna buy a souvenir booklet?" the pretty girl asked him. He glanced down to check her name tag, momentarily distracted by the swelling of the girl's breasts underneath her tight green state fair shirt."What?" he asked, feeling foolish as he saw the girl had caught his gaze and was staring intently at him, her chest thrust proudly forward."I asked if you wanted to buy a souvenir booklet," she repeated, enjoying.