What I didn't tell you was that it sold for over abillion dollars. Even after Uncle Sam gets through with me, there willbe plenty enough left. So yo...ur bail today was nothing, really." But the D.A. didn't know that," the black man said. "If they'd knownyou had a friend like Ron, they'd have pressed the judge to hold you forno bail, and you'd have been in jail until your trial, which given thecurrent backlog in Chicago, might have been over a year. And theydidn't know that I was involved,. She wanted to make it glisten with her spit, lick it, just the tip and flick it with her tongue. She knew what she could do to a man with her mouth. She wanted to do it again to Ed.He couldn’t get the thought of her out of his mind. He would talk to clients on the phone and then see her walk by his desk and he would lose his concentration just seeing those tits walk past. And that ass in the tight skirts she wore, it drove him nuts. He wanted to touch her.He loved when she wore a skirt. Her husband pointed towards me, “I will do whatever your master says”.I laughed at her and spat on the floor. “Gulp it up whore!” I shouted. She was dying for an orgasm, but still bent down to lick it. Her ass rose as she bent further to lick it.I raised the whip, and it came crashing down on her sticky wet ass-crack. She had not expected it and screamed out loud.“Vicky….” She screamed. I whipped her bare ass-crack for some more time, till she was bent down. She whined in pleasure and pain on. Kajol: I can’t have all the fun, can I? I want those hungry eyes all over me baby!She pulled the neck of her tight top down. It ripped slightly, but she managed to fit her juicy tits over it. She let out a sultry moan as she parted her black sports bra to the sides and showed me her tasty breasts. I stroked a bit faster as she dripped her honey-like saliva all over her hard nipples.Kajol: Show me how you stroke that cock!Me: Why don’t you turn around and lean over. I want to make that ass all.