.………aaaaahhhhh…..aaaahhhh…..yeah….aaaahhhh…. that feels great, babe….. aaaaahhhh….”Bart slowed down after cumming, but kept shovin...g his prick in and out of Sylvia’s sloppy wet vagina, as he caught his breath and mumbled, “Holy shit, Syl….that was amazing….just like always….what a great way to wake up, right?”Still enjoying the aftermath of her own climax, Sylvia turned her head and said over her shoulder, “Yep….you definitely know how to get me going in the morning….”When their breathing had. “Is this Brian Stevens?” said the soft, sultry female voice.“Yes, it is.” I answered.“Hello Mr. Stevens, my name is Alexis Clarke, I am Mr. Phillip’s assistant.” she responded, “Do you have a minute to talk?”“Yes mam.” I replied.She went on to tell me that she was working with my agent on finalizing my contract, they wanted to have to done by the opening of training camp. She asked if I could fly out immediately and help iron out the final details, so we could get it done. She asked if I could. Her face: dark eyebrows, green eyes, weak chin, eyes that bug out. Coarse sense of humor, thrice divorced, manipulative, spoiled, very aggressively sexual yet into submission and punishment. Made pregnant by an anonymous father (Derrick Sterns) by the Vicar’s arrangement, calls her son after the Vicar’s least favorite nickname (Freddy). NIALL JONES Organist/Choirmaster at St. Dunstan’s. Respected and works well with Vicar Alfred. Gay, and source of inside information on the Chancery. Lives. Uska pahnava bhi din pratidin bahut hi uttejak hota ja raha tha. Ek din jab main office se aa raha tha to kamna mujhe raste mein uski car mein baithi dikhayi di. Rasta ekdam sunsan tha. Maine kaha kya hua bhabhi, pareshan dikh rahi ho. Kamna ne kaha, mukund meri car chalu nahi ho rahi hain, shayad kuch kharabi aa gayi hain. Maine bhi mazak mein kaha kamna shayad tumhari is car ko bhi mardo ki hi driving pasand hain. Kamna ne aankhe tarer kar kaha car ko bhi kya matlab? Maine kaha are yaar.