Savita Bhabhi…I mean Randi, I recognized you in our last meeting & I shot a video of our last session. I showed it to our boss & he was so desperate...to meet you for such a hot session. So I called you here for him. Now you decide you want to serve him or these videos can go on the net….I was getting blackmailed, now I realized why he paid me money. I was cursing myself. Why I hooked up with Aralu? I said boss please keep it among three of us. I will do what you want. He laughed. Good girl, do. Darting forward, she lifted his bails and rubbed them about her face.Her eyes boiled up into his questioning face. She giggled softly. "You know what I want, don't you, darling?" Are you going to... Mom, do you like doing that, too?" Oooo, I love it!" she squealed, kissing at his balls, sliding her hot, wet lips up and down the shaft of his throbbing cock. "I love the feel of a cock inside my mouth, Mike. I like the hot, hard taste of a prick between my lips. I love to suck cock, darling!"Laura. Kathy’s logic was flawless: If a woman can achieve an orgasm by finger-fucking herself—and looking at the size of a woman’s finger—it was clear that no man needed to worry about the size of his penis. After I watched Kathy masturbate for a few minutes, she said it was my turn, but said for me to use my tongue. I did as she wanted, and almost from the beginning, she was moaning and gasping. I didn’t know if Kathy was playing a joke on me or not, at least until she said she was about to. “Good things come to those who are patient.” Cindy was about twenty-five, even though she looked much younger. I had learned through office gossip that she had been married but that the marriage didn’t last long. “Do you want something to eat?” I nonchalantly asked. Cindy smiled and then mischievously peered down at my lap. Her gaze was obvious. “Food-wise,” I replied. “How about if we stop off at the liquor store?” Cindy asked. “What do you want?” I asked. “An ice cold beer or two,” Cindy.