For small towns that pride themselves for their wholesomenesscan only do so, not out of the comfort of knowing there is no dirt orcontroversy to be fo...nd, but out the willful ignorance of keeping suchmatters swept firmly under the proverbial rug. Closer to the top of the bleachers was Mr. and Mrs. Brown, dresseddown as always in a recherché fashion, their daughter Stacy sitting next tothem. Mr. White sat with one hand on rested on the silky, milk white legof his gorgeous wife Anya's, who. After taking it royally from Milt I was still aching for more cock. It’s funny how that works, but it seems the more meat I get, the more meat I want. So when Milt called me recently and asked if I would help him out for the weekend and serve as hostess at his 4-star Hospitality Suite I jumped at the chance. Milt knows how much I love a good hotel fuck-fest. This weekend my job was to entertain the guys he was trying to woo away from competing firms and come to work for him. Besides offering. I walked her to my car and helped her in. She again smirked at me as she made sure that the dress rode up so that I could get another glimpse of her bush. I leaned in and said, "You really are quite the slut, aren't you?"She smiled back and said, "But I'm your slut." For now," I replied, and her smile faltered a little bit.We drove in silence for a few minutes until we reached our destination. As I helped her out of the car, she said, "Why are we here? I just got my hair cut last week? Are we. Narcissa’s eyes widen since it had been so long since she had and thing inside beside her fingers. And Harry was thicker and longer than her fingers.Harry pumped away as Narcissa moaned and whined from pain and pleasure. Her pale breasts jiggled from the force and Harry bent over to lick and suck Narcissa’s breasts. Narcissa never had anyone pay such attention to her body before and was now moaning uncontrollably.As this was going on Bellatrix watched on growing more and more wet. She was.