"I'm going to make a sandwich. You want one?" Her voice betrayed her nervousness.Gary didn't remove his gaze. "Sure."Trish gave him a peck on the c...heek, then turned to the kitchen. It only took a few minutes for her to make a couple of sandwiches - turkey and Swiss on wheat bread (her obsession with eating right), mayo and mustard for Gary, only mayo for her. She sliced the sandwiches, then put them on plates and retraced her steps to Gary, to the side of the box where he was still. Jordan reacted to the scalding agony, her head shaking uncontrollably side to side, her mouth open in a silent scream. Smash fucking into Jordan, Barocca increased her fuck pace. Breaking through into Jordan's womb, twelve inches. Thirteen inches. f******n inches. Then fifteen inches of cock found a hot home inside Jordan's pussy. Barocca's cock head rammed the width of Jordan's womb, punching into its deepest recesses. Barocca moved with nearly blurring speed, fiercely churning into. His business - or family - was not big, but it was tight. It was also famous for the quality of the products it delivered. As I had been working with international financing, I had some contacts around the world. Of course, those contacts could not be used directly, as I did not want my presence to get known to anyone. But, after gaining his permission, and with two months of negotiations, his quality products began to be exported to the top-of-the-line customers in Asia. Even though they had. Every time he saw her, he just wanted to pull her down and fuck her.Or maybe she was the dominant type like Aunt Ame. You can't always tell, he knew. Some people didn't even know themselves until they were in the bedroom and allowed to do what they wanted to. Caesar didn't really care - he'd been Dom and sub and liked both so long as he was allowed to cum in the end.Cum in Aunt Gwen's end. Caesar shivered and resisted stroking himself. Sitting in her office he had to be careful or he would.