Finger me harder.”Welshwriter --- “Are you wet?”Blue Lace --- “Ohhh, yes my pussy is soaked.”Welshwriter --- “Wish I could be there to tas...e it.”Blue Lace --- “Me too. My fingers are covered in my pussy juice. Would you like to suck it off them?”Welshwriter --- “Oh yes please, I bet your cunt tastes wonderful.”Blue Lace --- “I'd love you to find out. Is your cock weeping pre-cum?”I looked down and saw that it was.Welshwriter --- “Yes it is.”Blue Lace --- “Mmm I'd love to suck it off you.”This. It’ll be good for you to have a full stomach I’m gonna work you hard today.’ I responded. His hand slid down and cupped my mound through the thin material of his boxers. ‘I fucking love your muffin. I’ll pass on the oatmeal and fill up on this since it’s an option. I promise to do my best work today.’ His lips brushed the back of my ear and his hand steadily rubbed my pussy. I felt myself melting into his touch as always. His voice immediately working its magic on me. He knew exactly what it. Her date was a young street boy who knew his way around and wanted to get her naked and fuck her. The more they kissed the more he began to touch her. He put his hand up her shirt and felt her tits. He then unsnapped her bra and began rubbing her tits. He tongue kissed her as he tweaked her nipples. He lifted her shirt and looked at her tits then began to kiss and suck a nipple. He told her "You have such delicious tits. I love sucking them." After a while of sucking on her tits his hand went. “Please… Please… Please… Forgive me. I will do anything you want… Please” he kept muttering with folded hands. Yet Mrs. Nair stood in front of him, frozen, but her face not as red as before. She stood there silently, analyzing her next action. Her face still calm and didn’t gave away what she was thinking. While Rahul continued pleading and proposing to do anything in return of forgiveness.“You will do anything?” Mrs. Nair asked in a cold voice. And Rahul nodded frantically.“Whatever I ask?”.