She took a seat. Bill was busy pretending to be on the phone, he did not have much of a relationship with the young beauty and he wanted to intimidate... her a little bit. Her sternly discussed a make believe issue with his made up supplier and forced her to watch his aggressive behavior. After a few moments he concluded his phantom phone call and turned to her.?Lexy, please shut the door.? Bill asked her in a serious tone. Bill watched her young ass glide towards his office door. She moved in a. You're getting so good at this; looks like mommy's little boy is a natural cuntlapper. Oooh... right there, baby... slurp up all that juicy pussy cream... oh yesss..." Karen ground her gushing quim against his face, rubbing his nose in her clit, smearing the scalding cuntsauce all over him; her pussy was absolutely flooded: it was dripping onto the chair and flowing down onto the floor in a puddle.Jared sucked and swallowed as much of her pussy juice as he could, her delicious girl-goo. Now they were close to the heart of the government. They had seen the president on TV, but to see her in real life, to stand close to her, maybe to appear in the same photograph as her, that would be a tale to tell when they went home. Nick had his camera to record the event, and promised to try to capture them in the same shot with the President. This would be the first time they had visited the Mimosa Leisure Estate to the north west of the airport. There, there were casinos, golf courses,. Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris, you had me. You were exhausted and sick, but I used my mouth on you until you were ready, then I sat on your cock, and you spilled your seed inside me. That night you made your heir.”“How fortunate,” Jean said.