Jeff went over to them and knelt down. His body was slightly obscuring my view but from his movements I could only assume he was opening Beth's blouse....'Wow! They were well worth waiting for.' Jeff gasped as he must have been feasting his eyes on her delicate little pink nipples and her creamy small firm breasts. I know seeing them gets me hard and I see them every night. Seeing such beauty for the first time is really breathtaking.'She's fucking gorgeous!' Replied Tom as he raised her. It’s my Muslim name, though it’s not on my passport or anything. My wife Khadija Abdullah certainly likes it. She’s a lovely lady of Somali descent who saved my life back in the City of Buffalo, New York. We’re the proud parents of two sons, Alexander Khaled Henderson and George Ishmail Henderson. We live in the suburbs of Buffalo, New York. Just another all-American family in the City. Anyhow, I got a story to share with you. I was born in Boston, Massachusetts, on January 30, 1984. The son of. " she sighed. "That would make me a hussy, and everybody knows I'm not a hussy."She was referring to the fact that she didn't date often, and had no steady men in her life. She ran her own company, which she'd built from the ground up and she was just as tough and demanding as any successful man. She'd made it a rule never to play around with her employees. She hadn't really missed men all that much until she saw her fantasy man shoving that hard cock into her sister. Suddenly all the passion. ?Not like that you silly bitches, you may kneel in front of me.? said Greg. The women kneeled right in front of Greg, wrinkling their designer skirts.CRACK!!! CRACK!! Greg slapped each of the women across the cheek. Greg really enjoyed it, not because he was wanted to cause them physical harm, but by the looks on their faces. He noticed that the conservatively dressed one looked more surprised, she must be used to giving shit, not receiving it. The drug made its desired.