Sunt cateva zeci de filmulete in care evoluezi in toata splendoarea ta, futandu-ma pe mine! Ti-o dau pe Magda, dar te oblig sa ma futi si pe mine de c...te ori am chef, ori de cate ori mi se face mie pofta de pula ta! Daca ma vei refuza chiar si o singura data, o sa-i prezint filmuletele sotiei tale. Probabil ca din momentul ala n-o sa ma mai considere mama, dar in mod sigur tu nu vei mai fi sotul ei! Ai inteles?- Te rog, Elena, nu-mi face asta…!- Cred ca lucrurile sunt cat se poate de clare…. Might not seem much, but hell, twenty minutes is a buck. The homeless shelter people expect me to answer questions for free. Remember how I said I sometimes go to a lot of effort to do nothing? Well this was no exception. I went ahead and dreamt up a convoluted sob story that kind of made my brain tired. Turned out all she wanted was my true feelings about my situation.She took me home for a real meal. She had a car, but ordered an Uber anyway. She was honest about it. Said I smelled too bad to. "She doesn't give a fuck. And she does fuck. And her husband can't cope with her so she fixed him up with a sort of nursey type. So she's entitled to have a bit of fun. We all are. Even you."I looked at her for an explanation."You never come out with us, just sit at home getting out of your head." I must have looked a bit sheepish, because he added a softener."You're a bit different. Jocky talks to me." Jocky Wilson was a fellow bartender and the closest I had to a friend among the hotel. Make up perfect, cleavage to the max. tight, short skirts and of course, no panties. We piled in my convertible and as we sped to the club, Ashtyn's blouse got caught in the wind. Three buttons popped open barring her breast completely. My s*s took full advantage, leaned over and lovingly licked her nipples. The sight of it moistened my exposed pussy and the wind rushed up my skirt. We got to the club, found a place to park and got our clothes in order.The doorman was obviously enjoying the.