“But Meester D – a granny?” he quizzed with eyes wide, looking up from the newspaper we had been lustily sharing at his desk. “Yes but grannie...s have a lot of experience, much better than those little beauties, and she oozes class and she’ss no granny,” I persisted, pointing at the photos in the French tabloid with a feature on some beauty award contest and shaking my head. “No never,” he chuckled, then “Look at those girls going out.”A giggling throng of teens and older girls were exiting the. “What if I want you to fuck me?” Darius asked.“Mmm… the full package, well... that’ll be fifty bucks,” the guy answered, with the look of a serious negotiator.By now, the guy sales presentation had reached fever pitch. He had bunched his foreskin over the head of his dick and he was running his right index finger inside the hood and encircling the clammy glans. As a final enticement, he then lifted his finger to his mouth and let his lips savour the mustiness of his hood. This was the final. She sobbed a couple of times, then continued. "THANK YOU FOR PUNISHING ME, SIR!" Her scalp was on fire, her ass...her...oh god, her pussy was literally throbbing, she could feel it! Then, before she knew what she was saying she burst out, "PLEASE PUNISH ME SOME MORE, SIR!"If he'd had any remaining doubts about her sexual nature, they were eradicated by her surprising plea. He'd been a little unsure about how she'd take those first couple of blows—they were delivered at about eighty percent of. “What in the hell are y’all doin’ treatin’ Addison like that?” he asked scowling at Mitch.“What do y’all mean?” He didn’t respond and glared angrily at him. “It’s all for show, Michael. They’re lettin’ us go back with them but they might not let us stay. I’m just tryin’ to get them to like her so they will talk to their commander and convince him to let us live with them. That’s all I’m doin’.”“Y’all don’t gotta talk to her like she’s a whore!”“Look, I’m really sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t mean.