.."She paused to think, before she pointed to the glob of cum trickling down her chin."Ugh! That's so typical of you. I do all the work, and you get t...he easy part!"Her friend sighed angrily, before she then grinned playfully and wiped the cum off her chin with her finger, and then sucked it off her fingertip with a loud deliberate "Mmmmm!" Come here!"She then demanded as she wrapped her arms around her, and the two friends shared a passionate, steamy, cum-flavoured smooch together.They then. I hired her for her abilities and her looks. At thirty-seven years old, she radiates sex. The mother of three boys, she was married, at the time, to a husband with a reputation for drug abuse.She preferred blouses that showed off her large, firm tits. We loved it, but the partners were afraid of the image it set for the clients. So sadly, we asked her to cover them up.We hit it off right away and worked well together. She loved to show off pictures of her boys, and I would show off photos of. Girls have been playing games like that since before I was a kid. She is a little tease,” he chuckled. “So you met her mother? and made fun of her mom’s funky shaped tits?”“Yeah, pretty much,” I agreed.“You’ve got a set of balls on you for sure. I wouldn’t make fun of anyone with the name Dicktatress. Charity laughed at your joke and dropped her butt plug. You didn’t come to find me. You took it upon yourself to punish her, and you expect me to believe that was a selfless act that you didn’t. “It’s broken. I can’t get out”“I’ll fix it later.”“But I can’t get out.”“Yeah, well that’s sort of the point, Powder Puff. Why the hell are you trying to get out of the seat in the first place...” I stopped, figures were pouring out of the front door of the house. I reflexively counted eight of them. Shit. “Time to go. Your boyfriend’s asshat friends are on the way.” I tried to pull away slowly and quietly, but a few of them looked in my direction.“He isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a friend of.