I bent over and asked quietly. “Do you want me to stop?” “Oh god no.” she whispered. “Don’t you dare.” With that statement of consent, I...walked behind her again and grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back I shoved my spit slickened cock into Rachel’s exposed fur lined cunt and began to brutally fuck her doggy style. She wailed a long carnal lament as I rammed into her again and again showing her no compassion. Her hands gripped the cushions on the couch and her lament turned into a. "What the fuck? I'm not a fag" The bitch.... isn't exactly...*aaaah* aaaa man" Jess started to cum andground down on my face."Please fuck her for me Jack, She'll look just like a girl from behind andthen you can have me whenever you want" She said as she calmed down.After a few minutes of persuading, whilst I just lay on the floor waitingfor my instruction Jack agreed to fuck me. Despite myself my cock shotstraight up at the thought of this hot manly stud fucking me. Jess lead usupstairs to the. That would have been a check for $12,000 on the day they closed, at least.”“So he’s probably not hurting for money,” I concluded.“Are you kidding? We make our salary and then we make commission. He’d be able to live off his salary alone. The commission would make life more comfortable, but really, there are a couple of people that live off the salary and bank all their commission for retirement.”“He’s a real class act. He’s been singing the poverty song to Doris and probably sitting on the. He looked at her hungrily. “Come with me,” he growled out and grabbed her hand. He led her into the dimly lit bedroom, the light coming from two soft vanilla candles, with its black silk sheets and soft velvety rugs and sat down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of Italian white wine and poured them each a healthy portion. Lifting his to hers, he smiled. “Salud,” he said, his gaze meeting hers and they both took sips. Then he stood up and walked over to his.