Money wise, I mean. Can you show me some sort of balance sheet; your assets, debits and credits... that sort of thing?"The look on my face must have b...en pretty emphatic, because he immediately asked me what was wrong. "Oh, nothing," I murmured, walking to the desk and beginning the task of entering all the passwords into the computer. I felt one of the old telltale tears slide down my cheek, and he more or less ordered me to tell him what the matter was."Brenda told me I'd never have to think. Dumont knocks me up," Teresa announced, "otherwise, no holes barred." Very well, then," Yasu grabbed Teresa's recently fucked ass and slipped into it, fucking it for his own carnal benefit and for the camcorder.Teresa just about jumped out of her skin when she felt Yasu enter her ass, even as Jackie Davenport approached her to fuck her mouth with her cock ... such a fine cock, did it really have to be removed? Teresa made a note to see if an alternative could be found to gelding poor Jackie.. The expression on his face never changed. On film I watched how his creamy ass tensed and dimpled as he dug his hooded cock into me. The lighting was perfect. The intricate tattoos on his back and arms glistened with sweat. His long cock showed clearly on film, slick and shiny, as he sawed my ass with a steady drive -- in and out, in and out. I remember feeling it deep. It’s always incredible having this conflicted straight man pumping in my ass. It is obvious on the video when his rhythm. She looked as if she had walked off the set of a porn film with her big pouty DSL lips, her perfect mani/pedi and her hairless snatch. She thought her shit didn't stink. (And it probably didn't as I'd licked every inch of that body and all I ever smelt was sex and perfume) She was the type that demanded to be taken out to nice places and have presents bought for her all the time. She took hours to get ready to go out anywhere, and she didn't even put out that often. The sex seemed kind of.