Incredibly, it started with the marital problems of a minor pornwriter, "Homer Vargas," thus... Homer loved his Angela.He loved her deeply, totally. S...e was his light, his life. Even after thirteen years of marriage, she still had the smashing figure of a woman in her twenties. People constantly expressed amazement that she was old enough to be married and even more that she could be the mother of a twelve year old daughter. His Angela was just beautiful. Every day at work, Homer yearned to get. Your sex slave, eh? Does that mean that you can order her to fuck me? Yes. It does mean that. However I intend to keep her for myself for the rest of today. I only have her for the weekend. Ill be back with Bill, I interjected, for the last weekend of every month. Perhaps you can persuade him to lend me to you for part of the next time that Im here. What do you say, Bill? Bill looked at me quizzically. I winked at him, hoping that he would pick up on the fact that I was attracted to Tony. Then. Harris? Your sweet little daughter sure does." He teased her.Kimberly just moaned a load approving moan."I asked you a question Mrs. Harris." He scolded her, yanking her hair back so his cock slipped from her mouth.Kimberly opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue trying to get that hot black pole back in her mouth. Kimberly loved sucking cock and loved to have them cum in her mouth. Her husband knew he was a lucky man when it came to that."Oh so eager Mrs. Harris." Jordan teased her.. To my utter disappointment, his phone was not ringing. I opened the small balcony door. No luck. Perhaps he had left his phone inside the bedroom. As I turned from the balcony my boss appeared.“You are still here? I would have just locked you in.”, he asked.“Sorry! I was trying to call my bro to pick me up.” The evening wind blew heavily and I found it hard to hold my saree in place.“Did you get through to him?”“No. its not ringing.” The door began to close on me and I caught it. The saree blew.