She smiled and told me that it’s my pleasure and sat on my laps. I started to play with her. I rubbed my hands all over her body. I was touching her... bally, her boobs over her blouse, Her neck, her cleavage. I ran my hands up to her toe and slowly I lifted her saari n skirt (petticoat) up to her knees n inserted my hand between her thighs and start to feel them .her thighs was thin but they were smooth like raw butter . I insert my hand up to her panty n feel it. It was wet. When I touched her. ”“What did I say, faggit?”“You’d split it.”“Exactly! Don’t talk back to me, bitch. I’ma have to whoop your ass, I see.”“But daddy…”“I’ll forgive you this time,” Cortez chortled.“Thank you, daddy! What are you doing this evening?”“On my way home. Then, I’m gonna work out, eat some dinner, and jack this dick to your videos.”“Wow!”“What about you, boo,” he checked.“Not much!”“Ain’t no nigga trying to fuck that ass tonight?”“Not that I’m aware of,” posited the shrink.“You know niggas are always. He was slapping with his fingertips and then coming back and slapping on the backstroke as well. My ass was tingling and burning as I got what I wanted and needed but almost couldn’t take. As I started to reach my limit, I began to shake on the ground under him. I had my eyes wide open but could see nothing accept light coming through the fabric of my shirt. He slapped me a few more times and then pushed all his pressure down on my back, holding me to the kitchen floor. As soon as I stopped. "Please, now. You're going to have to calm down. You're here simply because I required it. Now, for the moment, you have absolutely no reason to worry about a thing, so please relax and eat. I'll explain myself."This seemed to relax her, and she carefully tasted the Mexican meal in front of her. With a look of pleasure, she swallowed her first bite of food, and had no problem going back for more."Oh God! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me so hard!" Paris screamed, as she was rammed from behind by her.