”So we walked down the road to his apartment. We entered his place in silence. “Um, Mr. J could I get an extra top or something, you can see mine�...�s pretty dirty.”“Yeah, her cupboard’s locked. And she has the keys, so, why don’t you just take – this?” he said, and he tossed me the shirt he was wearing. He looked pretty fit for a 42 year old guy.“Why, thank you.”I turned around and rook my top off. I didn’t need to look back, I knew he was staring at me. I was just going to wear the shirt when he. With each stroke she slammed her pelvis against Lilys soft pussy mound as she buried the cock deep into her daughters dripping cunt. Lilly groaned and encircled her legs around her mothers waist moaning loudly as her mother fucked her like the slut she knew she was. The shiny black straps of the harness rubbed fiercely on Jills engorged clit as she screwed in and out. The sensation was almost too much for Jill to bear but she held out wanting to cum with her daughter. Jills thighs began to. He was in Brussels and was about to get a car to the hotel. He just wanted to talk, he said: he missed her already. She was pleased to hear from him and they talked for ten minutes while he made arrangements for a car and a driver. They both laughed when he described the trouble he had with the man at the counter. His English was terrible and Jeff had trouble making himself understood. But it was arranged and Jeff said he would call with the number later. She hung up, his last words to her. Laat het diner maar beginnen. Verdeel de tafels en serveer het koningskoppel. Puur aub! Wij als koningskoppel horen geen enkele vraag of wens uit de weg te gaan. We moeten ons vol overgave geven aan het geluk van één ieder aan de tafel. Elke scene weer opnieuw. De woorden van de ceremoniemeester weergalmen weer door mijn hoofd: “…Je geven is de enige weg. Weerstand leveren is geen optie. Iedereen zal met respect met jullie omgaan…” En hier staan we dan. Op de rand van deze stap. De stap waarin.