Rosalind twisted her body on the bed while I stood next to it pounding vertically into her and slapped her ass repeatedly. “Fuck me you prick” Ro...alind hissed. The wine really seemed to bring out the bad girl in Rosalind and I really love bad girls. “Prick?” I yelled, “You want prick?” I hammered harder into her. “Yes I want prick Dan, I’ve overflown the ocean to come and get some now give it to me.” Rosalind wanted an angry fuck and she knew how to get one. I fucked her harder than I’ve ever. And it was still on his mind as he arrived home with the small boxof possessions that seemed a meagre memento of his two years at the lawfirm.He went to his desk, opened the drawer and found the item that was theonly tangible reminder of his enforced period of work for the SissyfuckersClub - aside, that was, from the large deposit in his bank account. Notthat he needed the card to remember what had been done to him. Or to countthe losses it had caused, which included his dignity, his. On the day I met her she wore a black BeBe tank top with her huge, brown, boob cleavage showing, skin tight Capri jeans with her Dominican bubble butt sticking out and stiletto heels. Wow, I couldn't believe my eyes - she was amazing; dark skin but not black, caramel, dark hair and eyes, about 5'6" and a body with the most feminine, beautiful curves I have ever seen. I wanted to run and jerk off that very moment but chugged a few beers instead and tried to gain my composure.Since I was at a. Beyond beautiful.“You heard me.” Mrs. Singh sat across from Joyce. “With his secretary. And now Jill found out and she’s beside herself.” Sam hadn’t really noticed before, but Mrs. Singh was quite beautiful too. A small, dark woman with a quick smile and surprisingly curvy body. She wore a t-shirt and yoga pants, so the curves were easy to spot. “Raj would never do that to me or the kids.”“No, neither would Paul.” Joyce’s face shifted from surprise to ... what? Guilt? She turned her attention.