Then I fucked her harder, my hand over her mouth, telling her what a little whore she was.Even through the muted sound I could hear her cry, "oh fuck ...h fuck." Every bit of this was turning her on: the possibility of being watched, the dirty talk, me covering her mouth. I knew she was about to cum.I pulled out and pulled on her hair so she would stand up. "Please fuck me," she cried."Get on the bed," I told her. She got over to the bed, and I pushed her down onto it, then pulled her g-string. Or, to put it another way, a solution that didn’t cause too much heartburn for anyone. Sometimes, to tell the truth, it meant holding one’s nose and issuing the visa.I probably shouldn’t talk about it, but now and then there were happier cases or at least ones that were easier to approve. Usually they involved beautiful women. “Gene pool” visas, we called them.Not this kid. Jackass. I mean, how stupid do you have to be to include the employment letter, the one that tells you to apply for a. Me: I can’t it’s still in my mind.She: What are you going to do for that?Me: Don’t you know what we boys will do.She: Chee idiot, go to sleep soon after finishing your boy’s work.Me: Ok you wait don’t sleep.She: Why, da?After 15 minutes I send her a pic.She: You rascal, how dare you to do that.I send her a pic in which I shagged in her green panty which I took from her without her knowing. I had huge cum since I got more erection smelling her panty.Me: Thanks for wonderful shagging experience,. He smiled at me, knowing what I wanted, and kissed his way down until he was between my legs, “holy crap you’re wet!” he exclaimed, “What brought this on?” He immediately slid some fingers into me and started to lick my clit. All I could picture what that big stud Cory and what he might have hidden in his pants and in what seemed like no time at all, I climaxed all over hubby’s mouth and hand. He waited until I stopped shaking, then leaned back and asked again, “What brought this on?” I finally.