Straightaway he had his hand up hersari pushing his thick fingers into her moist chut. His hands wherebig, each of his fingers where as wide as my lun..., he was a big guy.We reached our home & they left me to pay for the taxi as theyentered our house. When I got inside they where already upstairs & Icould hear Sarita moaning. All I could think is that this guy knewwhat he was doing & that he was one hell of a fast mover. When Ientered the bedroom Sarita was on her back, sari pulled up to. "But obviously, I probably shouldn't believe myself either. What I thought I saw, I obviously didn't. Must be the fact it's been a while since I've been with anyone." What?" Steven again pressed curiously. "What did you think you saw?" I thought I saw, a nude woman, with bright white hair standing out on that porch there."Steven looked back once again, more closely this time, straining his eyes. He laughed. "No fucking way. So that must be the reason," he chided his friend. "Come on, we're. There is the occasional night he'll allow me to sleep with him (but typically only after I take an unusually harsh beating), or the rare night he'll allow me to masturbate (only typically when he knows there will be a little bit of blood in my cum - he loves when that happens), or the even more rare night he'll beat me on the back porch (which are the only times I ever leave the apartment). The last time I was outside was a little over a year ago, when he beat me on the back porch. There was a. A few seconds later the door opened and Sissy emerged, carrying his coffee and pastry. He had to admit that she looked good in the tight, white uniform. Her skirt was just short enough to show that her legs were as tight and nicely formed as he remembered.Instead of handing his breakfast it to him through the window, she walked over to the passenger door and motioned for Tom to unlock it. She slid into the passenger seat as she handed the bag to him."Thanks, Tommy," she smiled, and suddenly his.