"Well,Samantha.It looks to me like you really do want it.",said a devilishly-gleeful David,while he was stroaking his stiff cock right in front of his...captive audiance."Admit it,Bitch!You want my hard cock!You want me to fuck your wet cunt!"And of course,even though something inside of her had wanted to admit that what David was saying was the truth,Samantha had looked at him,took a deep breath and said,"Now,I know that you're living in a dream world!And if you dare try to stick that. She always used to apply glossy lipsticks and i always wanted to either kiss her or die. Whenever she used to talk i always used to notice her tongue and saliva and always wanted to taste the juice of her mouth that used to shine when she either talked or laughed. Ladies in pakistan wear shalwar kameez and that always was very prominent in places of her boobs and ass. Whenever she used to get up after sitting somewhere her kameez used to stuck in her ass crack and that seen always used to. Sounds easy, eh?" But he won't hurt me, will he?" asked Emma"No, he will not. I'll make sure that you only feel pleasure. Trust me!" But what if he doesn't like me? He might not speak to me or look at me" asked Emma, fiddling with the belt."He will, I promise. Or we'll find someone who does." She stood, making for the door. "Tell you what, we'll start with kissing. That'll tell us. You give me a thumbs up sign if you think he likes you!" OK, it's a deal" said Emma, pleased that they had a. Will you do that?"Richard snorted, looked away. "Why on earth would I be willing to do that?"Claude leaned forward. His eyes gleamed. "Now we're getting somewhere. I would like to speak to you each individually. Given what I have to say, I think you'll want the same." No!" Richard shot to his feet. "Unacceptable. You're not having a meeting alone with my son. I won't allow it."Claude spread his arms. "You won't allow it? Don't you think that's his decision to make? Even if you interfere now,.