Now I was having a load of weird thoughts. Weird because of what I was thinking. And what was happening inches from a tiny girl hand. And I seemed hel...less to move. This was dangerous ground and I was losing control as my cock swelled, it edged forward until I closed my eyes and thrilled when it touched her little fingers. I could do nothing except try to control my heartbeat and hope my penis would back off. But there was something delicious and lusty about this. A pulsing deep in my stomach.. After a few mins of listening i began to realize he wasn't on the phone but who was he talking to? His door was slightly open so i tried to sneak a peek but couldnt at first. I very gently pushed at the door to see if i could see in and thats when in the mirror i caught a reflection of Charlie lying on the bed. He was on his webcam on the laptop.As i looked closer and charlie moved around on the bed i heard him talking to the webcam saying "tell me what you want me to do, im a naughty slut". He. Her words burned in his ears, and he freed his rock-hard cock from the confines of his pants. He pushed it to her cunt, forcing the head into her, pushing her harder against the front of his truck. She was screaming in lust, and he pushed the full length into her until he couldn't see his shaft anymore. Once he was fully inside her, he started to fuck her with as much power as he could. His cock powered into her over and over, forcing her juices to squirt with each thrust. He laid his weight. Aimee was very black skinned and about 5ft 8” tall, quite slim with long curly jet black hair. As she was originally from Botswana she still had a slight accent and Angie thought she was very pretty. Her brown eyes seemed to be looking deep into Angie’s eyes making Angie a little uncomfortable. It was as though Aimee knew her.Their discussions revealed that Aimee ran an up-market massage parlour specifically for women. The synopsis of her accounts which she had brought with her showed that.