I’ll bet you want a girlfriend, you whisper hotly into my now wet ear sending a charge straight to my pussy and I swallow hard as I quickly nod in a...reement. You witness my response and this fuels your fire, applying even more pressure into my crotch with fingers that are now pushing the cotton of my underwear deeper into me as the nail on your thumb flicks quickly back and forth across my burning clit. You begin kissing a trail from my ear down my jaw line, leaving warm wet traces of your. “Thank you. You are very handsome,” she replied and told me that she was already looking my pics on my Facebook profile.“Do you have a camera so we can chat on messenger”, I asked.“Sorry but my laptop computer which has a camera is broken. Do you have any idea how to fix a computer, she said.Wowww this was a sign that she wants me in her house I thought. Why a MILF would want to have me visit her house, I thought. But I wasn’t quite sure. This is a new country and perhaps that’s normal here?“Of. Stunned into silence, Paula had no more tears left after this final indignity. Her face was a mess of mascara, lipstick, and now feces, and her hair was soaked through with urine. Sam dropped a towel on her face, and Paula wiped Flat-top's shit off her cheek and threw the towel away from her. As Paula lay there in a puddle of urine, she watched as Sam walked Mike to the door, laughing and joking about the training session that Paula had been forced to endure.Paula crawled over to the living. Robbie struggled to control him self. Patricia sensed Robbie’s struggle and tugged on his leash to get his attention. “Don’t waste your spunk in her mouth my pet. I want to be fucked in front of my husband a final time.” The wife grinned. Robbie groaned in frustration. He tried to count the Bejamins in his brain. He needed to distract him self from the sensations coming from his groin. Patricia turned back to her shackled spouse. “Dave you had a stroke of genius. You hired young Rob here. Look.