I soon realized her mom wanted to be held tight, she kept pressing her curves to my body all the time. It was dark and I think she hoped her daughter ...ouldn’t see the behavior of her mother. She felt the cock pushing in my pants and suddenly she told she could take care of it.I couldn’t believe my ears. “What do you mean?” I asked and she told me that she meant the thing poking her in the stomach. She then told me that she spend good time with me, though I had a right to reuse her offer. Then. There are a few chairs at the end of the table I the far side, and they are occupied by three very important people. Mr. John Spencer is sitting in one, the ‘devil in a pinstripe suit’ is very fitting for him today, as he is dressed in a black and white pinstripe suit, with a purple tie underneath. To Mr. Spencer’s right a couple seats away, sat a middle age woman dressed conservatively, with a minute thingy machine in front of her, ready to write down every single word that is uttered, and to. She only had to feel.To desire. And there was no doubt. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad.Peaches, formerly, and in a part of his heart still a man called Pete,wanted nothing more than to feel this powerful man's seed splatteredacross her face. It was what her face was meant for. It was the ultimatesatisfaction of all the painstaking beauty that was created there.Cameron erupted. More and more cum shot from the end of his dick,covering Peaches' mouth, chin, and tits as he screamed out in. She pulled at the bindings a couple of times but realized she was helpless.Unable to speak and bound in a dog collar and leash she was vulnerable to be used anyway he wanted to. She was just relishing her predicament when she felt him slam hard against her again and the leash pulled tighter. Peter pulled back hard on the leash and started fucking her tight arsehole hard. She groaned in discomfort through the gag as he pulled her arms off the floor with the leash. The handcuff chain pulled tight.