You look like you haven't changed your style."My face turned red with embarrassment, I thought back to those days thinking that I had been discrete an... that nobody other than the men I fucked knew.I wanted to leave but Morgan stopped me. "I always wanted you. Did your husband know you were the office slut?" he asked me.I felt trapped but knew there was no point in denying what had been going on, "Yes he knew, it turned him on when I told him that I sucked and fucked in the office."I saw a bulge. ”“Are we ready to go?” Martin asked.“Let my put my flute away,” Molly replied. She swabbed out the instrument and set it in its case. Then she followed Martin and Irene to the car.“This is Irene’s car,” Martin said. “She’s driving -- she doesn’t like to ride in my SAAB.”“Cool car,” Molly remarked as she sat in the back seat.Irene looked at her in the rear-view mirror. “Molly,” she said, “at one time I wanted to be a music major. My instrument was piano. I worked so hard on my audition piece. I. I'm a slut and I'm a writer. I also half believe that I behave like a sex-demon (succubus). Read my previous stories (rate/comment please!) to know the journey I'm on. ----------------------------------------------I'm currently the live-in sex toy of a black master, Sir Kullen. Prior to this I lived at home with my parents. In the weeks since I left home to become a slave to black cock I've contacted my parents to let them know I am completely fine and happy. They're pissed as hell and. Both girls were well developed, slim and athletic with bouncing breasts and well-proportioned curves. Rahul decided he would fuck them both and have their pussies begging for his tongue and cock. The girl’s shared the back room of the house and Rahul decided from the 1st day that he would seduce them with his muscular body. That night he deliberately didn’t close the curtains. He knew they would be watching as he started his exercises wearing only his boxer shorts. He kept his back to the.