The birds were all chirping and the sun was shining into the small room. A beautiful day again and she didn't plan on spending it all day cooped up in...side this house, she thought. She'd defy his orders and take the bike out for another spin. This time she wouldn't tell him and would be home before he arrived.She quickly got dressed into her riding outfit. She combed her long hair and dusted her face with some rose powder and dabbed a little rouge onto her lips. Spritzed herself with a little. Why would she decline the honor of tea with me? A senior member of the Mother’s Council. I think it’s past time that Ms. Sullivan and I came to an agreement. We could do so much for each other.”“Ma’am, this is not a good idea. I can’t se...”“Jessica! I do not care for, or about your opinion. Get the invitation made and sent to the Sullivan woman. You let me handle the thinking around here.”“Yes, Ma’am, Aunty Johnson, Right away.”Mr. Chin was an artist. His art had been taught to him by his. He was stroking a massive cock with one hand and holding a pair of my panties in his other hand. His eyes were closed as he stroked his cock. His heavy ball sack would rise and fall with each stroke. His hard cock was about the size of my forearm and the head was very large. Every time he stroked the skin would roll over the large head and then off again. He made my husbands cock seem like a little boys penis. My legs immediately went out from under me d I slipped into the partially opened. His eyes moved all over my short, five foot figure. I wanted him so bad and he knew it. I was ready to seduce him under my gaze. I started moving towards him, but I didn't have to. He ran at me and forcefully started kissing me and biting my lips. I dug my hands around his dark red shirt wanting it off. Instead he shoved my hands off his body and held them behind my own. His grip hurt. But I wanted more than just his touch. His hands pushed me against the bed, holding me there. He was reminding.