He doesn’t actually take the letters out, he just skims through the logos and postmarks on the envelopes. Mostly no surprises, just what he surmises...to be utility bills and other pieces of junk mail, all in a completely different name than Rachele’s. If she is hiding then an alias does make sense.But then he comes across an envelope marked with her actual name on it. He doesn’t recognize the name of the company, though there are many he doesn’t know. And for some reason he finds it hard to. His growing hardon started moving up my ass cheeks and i didnt put any effort to stop him, my tight leggins game me almost no protection to its touch.I blushed, my face was comletely red, and i started to like that to my surprise i started grinding my ass to his dick along with bus movement.My pussy, no my cunt was soaked now, i started moaning slowly.Two men infront of me started looking at each other and looking back at me. I saw trough their black pants they had hardons too. One of them had. ”Tammy looked at Chris again then stepped up onto her chair and pulled her skirt up over her legs and right up to her stomach. All eyes in the group followed the hem of that skirt as it rode up Tammy’s legs then past her thighs then right up to her tummy button. As those eyes travelled up those legs they all came to rest on a little tuft of black, curly pubic hair sitting atop a shaved set of outer pussy lips with one piece of clitoris poking out the top. They had all expected to see a pair of. Hannah felt herself starting to blush as she turned back to the toilet and leaned into it. For some reason, the idea of doing this in front of Tank—or anyone—was so extremely humiliating. Nevertheless, she lowered her head back into the bowl and once again resumed cleaning the shit from it with her tongue. “That’s right you little cunt, lick it, lick that nasty shit off,” Hannah heard the biker command. “Use that dirty little tongue and lick it good, you Asian piece of shit whore. This is all.