.par ye story thodi si badi hn..so let’s startI got mail from a lady name seema. Usme likha tha ki meine apki stry padhi or uski achi lagi. Meine rl...y kiya or thanks kaha. Fir humari chating start huyi fb par,usne apna fake account banaya mere kahne par. Usne kaha ki wo married lady hn or uski shadi ko 2 saal ho gye hn. Meine uske husband k bare me pocha toh usne kaha ki wo marketing karta hn toh wo ghar par continuously 2 3 hi rukta hn use jyada nahi. Or jab bhi marketing p jata hn toh 4 5 din. .I pushed him away...I needed that 10 inch cock... inside my pussy. He whispered in my ear...I going cum inside you, first. I laid down on the bed...he told me no not the bed...too much noise...He laid 3 blankets on the floor and he helped me down on the floor his cock swollen beyond swollen....throbbing and so was my pussy. My legs was open my titties being sucked his cock rubbing on my clit getting me hornier....and begging for his cock when he rubbed the head against my hole i knew it was. I was pumping the damm gas and it shot out without the pump kicking off as it got on my hand. I cleaned my hand the best I could without soup & water because gas station bathroom was out of order too. I drove to Maria’s with the windows down so the car didn’t smell like gas. I arrived at her condominium and told the security officer that I was her for Maria # 2550. Started thinking that I didn’t know her last name o crap I hope he doesn’t ask me for it. He waved me in to the visitor parking. Any self-respecting girl would have refused the offer and pressed her lips firmly together. Only a whore would let open her mouth willingly… “What are you, kitty?” Laura’s mocking smile made my heart beat even harder. “A whore.” I whispered, the lollipop pushing incessantly against my lips. “Whose whore, kitty?” “Yours… Mistress.” “Mine and Ally’s.” she said with a smile, not altogether cruel, as she forced the sucker into my mouth, turning it slowly while I sucked it clean of cherry flavored.