Then a second finger...a third. Slowly, sensuosly fucking yourself in front of me almost as if I weren't here. With your other hand you beckon me, ...finger crooked and calling me over. Without thinking, I find myself sliding out of my chair onto my knees, my own skirt sliding high up my thighs as though I too were some wanton slut. I am not, of course, I am a proper middle-aged woman of class. Yes, I am your sometimes-lover, but I am not a slut like you.Walking on my knees I approach you.. ”“I meant the lemonade,” he said.“I hope you meant something else,” I replied.“They are lovely too,” he said as he went back to work. I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but his work trousers were heavy and did not reveal the state of his cock.I walked back to the house and looking at his reflection in the window to see if his eyes were following me. They were. I wiggled my bum. I wondered if he had realised I was prick testing him or serious about displaying my body, hoping for him to make a. Emma just remained motionless on the floor as the come ran off her. “She’s getting dirtier now!” shouted the black man. “Yes. But watch this!” yelled the white man who was now pointing his flaccid cock at her face. He began to pee. Emma yelled in shock, but her head was grabbed by the black man. The golden shower hit her square on the nose, and the man proceeded to aim across her eyes, her lips and into her hair. Emma just could not believe it. “Let’s get her cleaned up now,” said the man as he. Saali kutiya…..kah rahi hai bas karo. I was abusing her with very small movement of in and out of my cock into her asshole, she was very restless, my dick was now moving with little ease, then I said, chal ab nikal leta hoon, bahut dard ho raha hai na…. with thatI withdrew my cock partially and made another stroke, with maximum strength, it was the biggest blow of her life. She screamed like hell, her asshole was completely ripped, she was crying in her full voice. Every whimper from her gave.