Do you want out? If you do want out, there are three options for you. One, you take Ralphie and walk out with nothing but the shirt on your back. How ...you support yourself and Ralphie will be your problem, not mine. I will not as much as look in your direction. I will agree to give you a sum of fifty thousand if you agree to move to a different state. If you stay in Massachusetts, I will not give you a penny. Two, you can leave Ralphie and move out. I will love him and care for him just as I. Allowing me to just touch the whip cream and not your breasts. Once my fingertips were covered in cream, you begin to move my hand across your tits. Slowly across the tops of them, then between them, smearing whip cream back and forth. Our eyes never leaving the gaze of each other. Your breathing was heavier now and your nipples clearly defined through your white blouse. You only broke your gaze from my eyes to watch my fingertips smearing the sugary white treat across your tits. Slowly you. I got my face between her ass cheeks and admired her white puckered asshole. I spat on her asshole and was soon eating her ass, a task that I enjoyed. My tongue went in deep and I tongue-fucked her. She moaned and squirmed, but I held her firmly in place. She collapsed onto the bed and I drove my tongue in further. I was near insane with lust. I held her in place and got my cock ready, lubing it with spit. I placed it at her asshole, and she moaned, yes. I began my entry and she responded. ”I leaned back in my chair and had a quick cigarette. Ten minutes later, the elevator door dinged and out stepped my angel. Although from the stumbling, it seemed that my angel was a bit drunk, she was nonetheless beautiful. It was a woman by the name of Irina Petrov. She was an up and coming lingerie model. She was spotted in her hometown of Moscow and shipped over to the USA and had since appeared in quite a few ads. She was on the cusp of making it big.She was absolutely stunning. .