That massive cock just bounced in the air.My wife licked her lips running her long tongue over her full lips in a sensual manner. She put a hand down ...etween her legs rubbing on her hairy pussy. The cunt enjoyed this – she liked me being used by a man, she liked that he was destroying me. How could I ever fuck her again? How could a beat her bad enough that she would forget this bastard making me his bitch?Again his big fist hit my face and I sprawled across my carpet. “Strip bitch ass up,” he. It was my turn to take over and bent her over the make up table we had arranged for her and positioned myself behind her. I was painfully conscious of the rapidly dwindling amount of time we had before we were about to begim taping and she had to get down to the club for her concert. looked at the open orfice of her asshole and plunged my cock in. Her tiny body tensed for a brief moment and then relaxed again. Her hips shifted slightly from side to side as I sank deeper into her and. The text message he had sent me flashed on my screensaver. It said.– 911. MAJOR 911. SORRY. CALL ASAP. MAJOR 911.“Motherfucker!” I swore loudly.“What?” she asked. “Abir?”“No.” and I held the phone in front of her face.As you can guess, the code for a big urgent emergency in our company was 911. Our bosses usually didn’t call us when we were on vacation or late at night. But if they did, it was important. And it was REALLY important, the cod was 911.Sharad, our CFO, was in San Jose working to. Sally entered a combo andthey went through.Chapter 3Once through thru the door, a strange sight beheld the greatly inebriatedJohnathan. There were 30 or so molds of sorts that looked a lot like theKopy Kat girls inside the club. Twenty-five or so were occupied. Sally ledJohnathan to the nearest one that was open. Carefully guiding the drunkyouth to his waiting "bed". He was looking with curiosity but not totallyregistering what was happening. Sally had him confirm that this was hispreferred.