.''''shhhhhhh shut up''my hands pull in my back and locked up to my anklesface down arms on each side bound to my legs-ding ding''oh do we have a cust...mer already?''he look at his phoneand showed me the txt-wife asleep i need that bitch broi was kept infront of him on the floor m head used like a fleshlighthim repeating i would get rich if i am a good girl''just be a girl, you like to be fuck its going to be nice and we will make money''''its ok sissy, no one will ever know you love. Instead, he said, ‘I don’t think I know you. I would remember someone like you.’ Yet, something about her was very familiar. His eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he was sure he had seen her before. Sometime before the park. But he couldn’t quite place it. She dropped her eyes shyly. ‘You know me. But not like this.’ ‘I saw you at the park today,’ Carlos blurted out. She looked up. Her eyes twinkled. ‘Yes!’ ‘You were… ah…. you were… naked?’ She smiled, looking down at the bar again, where her palms. It starts off as small talk, but the conversation quickly heads the same way it did with Mr Middle and before long he has one hand in my leggings and is rubbing my swollen clit. But just when I’m about to cum he stops and he says to me “Me first”, which is fine by me. So we head to the bathroom, which unlocks, and my daughter steps out. She looks at me and then at the hand on my ass and then up at Mr Aisle, and she smiles; my heart stops. Never breaking eye contact with Mr Aisle, she tells me. I began to strip. I also had no chest hair and very little facial hair as well but full growth of pubes which I had shaved about 2 days back. I dropped my shirt and next, I undid my jeans and pulled them down with my branded underwear to expose my man pole for him still not fully hard and needing stretched also. He looked at my cock while I saw a smile as well as the concern on his face.Now he came around, handed me the lube and leaned over the desk with his butt towards the ceiling. His lips.