..if I was I would not have called you...' Shit he was a sassy bitch. i suggested '...in that case lets go over to my place and have some fun...' Ron ...replied '...only if I can make up for my shift pay, I've got bills that need attention badly...' I tried to be diplomatically with my answer '...I didn't intend to put you to work, I wanted both of us to have some fun times together and hope that it want be our last...' Ron smirked sexily saying '...can't have no fun worrying about my financial. "What are we talking about?" Mitsy asked."Michael doesn't have a clue where to take us," Casey said."In my defence, there probably isn't a place in the state that would do justice to how you ladies look," I said. "You two look gorgeous as well." Thank you Michael, you look handsome this evening," Barb replied."We're going to my family's restaurant of course," Mitsy stated before turning to shout down the hallway. "Come on Emma, I'm sure Michael will love it."Barb whispered to me, "She's really. " Just shut up, Milik." he said, cutting off my protests and poking his cock against my hole. "I'm sure. You've been tested and I haven't fucked anyone but Erin for ten years. We're both clean." Then he grabbed my shoulder and pressed in hard."Ahh, fuck!" I yelled as I felt him force his cock into me. In a second, he had forced his way past my ring, causing me to hiss in pain. Indifferent to how I felt, he continued to push in hard until I felt his hips slap into my ass. I think my eyes must. The first time they used the chair, Sasha was told to kneel down, while the Mistress spread her legs wide open. After applying a nice coat of oil to Sasha’s nose, she gently pushed her head down between her legs and began the session, with Sasha taking a deep breath before plunging in. The Mistress achieved a couple of minor orgasms that were met with muffled squeals from Sasha. Because of the fact that the Mistress is not pressing her whole weight down compared to a straddle smother, it.