She fetched a file and handed it to me, my eyes gazed a bit lower to her chest marveling at her rounded breast, I smiled at her and she in turn smiled...back. ‘You will need this Mr. Marcus since the Defense Minister wanted you to explain your men’s capabilities,’ she explained her eyes meeting mine. ‘Call me Marc and I didn’t even know your name,’ I replied to her extending my right hand. ‘I am Sara Ibrahim,’ she giggled a bit reaching for my hand, grasping it, and we both shook hands, ‘I’ll. Itfelt like sparks were shooting out of my pussy. I was shaking as the wave ofpleasure ripped through my body. I squirted a small amount of pussy cum overJoyce's tummy and then collapsed backwards on the bed. My breathing was hardand heavy as small aftershocks were still coursing through me.I looked up at Joyce and watched her as she ran her finger through the juices onher tummy and brought it up to her mouth to taste my offerings. I lay there for afew minutes to recover and then I untangled. She had heard and felt a crack though, and knew something was now broken. She looked down and was horrified, but not surprised, to find that she was bleeding from her crotch. Tamera also heard the crack, but was face deep in another forced blow job so was not able to see the blood.Sam, who had been quietly observing the goings on, noticed the blood and put his hand up to signal the torturer to halt. He approached the trembling woman, and almost lovingly caressed her exposed thigh. Stacy,. Lucy's fridge was empty and her rent was coming due again. She guessed she would just have to fuck old Mr. Olsen again to get the rent straightened out. He was a 62 year old man but besides his wrinkled skin Lucy knew it was worth not getting kicked out.Lucy really loved to get fucked, she even thought about becoming a call girl. She knew there wasn't much call for a 5'3 240lb mousey haired ugly duckling though. She knew if she got a few clients she would have been set. Every guy she ever got.