Those boobs weren’t coming in my single hand. They were so huge. I started pressing them. But, she stopped me. And took my hands below inside her pa...ties. She had hair below. She asked me to help her open her panties. I gradually pulled them down. She had trimmed her hair in a V pattern down there. As I bent down to help her open her panties, she pressed my face against her pussy. It was so wet. I could smell her pussy and trust me it smelt really very good. I slowly planted a kiss on her pussy. With some disdain, she told him, “You need to teach your workers how to identify a mark better.”“What! How dare you indicate that I am in leagues with this little thief? He is just a filthy street urchin,” the Burgis man bellowed.“Well, you do acknowledge that he is a thief. Your words and yours and his body language also indicate that you two know each other. Please leave us alone or I will have to spell you to do so,” Stix told him with some menace in her voice.The man drew himself up and. Eine nuttig ordinär geschminkte Hure blickte sie aus dem Spiegel an. „Gefällt dir?“ fragte Fatima. „Sehr schön Fatima“ entgegnete Christa, die im Spiegel die nuttige Tussi erkannte, die sie heute und in Zukunft sein wollte. „Brauchst du nur andere Haar, ganz blond is perfekt“ Und so wurden auch noch schnell die Haare blondiert. „man bist du eine geile Fotze“ bedachte Christa ihr Spiegelbild, daß sie mit Nuttenstengel im Mundwinkel arrogant anlächelte.„A Pornstar is born“ bedachte sie sich. It was a short and friendly visit. He wanted to thank me for what I had done for his son. I told him he owed me no thanks since it was not for him but for Joe and it was done because we were friends. He offered me a rather large reward that I declined. He then sat at his desk and took out a business card. The card had only his name on it and nothing else. He wrote something on the back of the card and handed it to me. I could not tell what he wrote as it was in Italian. He told me that I should.