Perhaps Miss Richards might read his letter on the program just as she read other kid's correspondence.What should the letter say? That he liked Miss ...ichards? David nodded yes and said he like her telling stories and when she sang songs. He wanted her to know that they lived close by each other. Especially that he hoped that they might encounter one another on the street perhaps someday. David's mom wrote the short message. After Dell read the few sentences she put on the paper to him, David. .ahha ngha like. Slowly my other hand reached her butts. Fingers explored the gap of the folds and ran over the anal area. This caused her to jerk. She held me tighter and her leg came round my legs and pressed hard. I took her in my arms like a baby and kissed her pussy and slightly bit it. This sent shockwaves in her and she shrugged. Then I laid her on the bed with her face down. I came over her and started kissing from shoulder to heels. I bit the butts and made the mark of teeth on it. She. She was just in the zone and nothing was going to stop her whole body from my cock and this hot flush feeling she was having. I moved my hands to her backside and gripped her tight and slammed her onto my cock then back up, she moaned with pleasure into my ear, her hot breath seemed to give me a new lease of life and started me pounding her pussy as hard as I possibly could. It felt like my cock was in another world and enjoying every single moment. I was not going to let this stop and kept. Ahmed then clapped his hands and the girl again rose to her feet, with the panties around her ankles. We assumed that the performance was over; that she would pull them up and leave the stage, but we were mistaken. She stepped out of the panties, leaving them on the stage, and returned to the chair again. He again clapped his hands, and two more slave girls, both dark black, with their nude bodies oiled and glistening in the lights, came on stage carrying another sturdy chair, which they placed.