Soon this attention wasn't enough and she begged him to shove his rock hard cock into her ass. James gladly obliged her demand and shoved his dick in...to her ass without any warning what so ever causing her to scream bloody murder and cum at the same time. "Fuck this whore's slutty ass" she begged to witch he replied by pounding her even harder than he thought was humanly possible. As he was fucking her ass she was shoving three fingers into her now sopping wet cunt. James reached down and. It was his wife’s birthday after all. # # # # The big day arrived. It was a Friday, and Ben had time owing. He didn’t tell his wife that, like her, he had the day off, departing in the morning as usual, but parking up in a back road a short distance away. He was fortunate in that a narrow path separated the back gardens on their street from a railway embankment. It wasn’t beyond the bounds of possibility that one of the neighbours would see him, but most of them would be at work just as he was. The beautician asked me if I wanted anything elsedone and I decided I ought to have a manicure and pedicure.Mum smiled. "Your Dad used to say I spent too much money on lookingafter myself, but I can see you see the need to spend as much as I do onyour beauty treatment."As I started to get used to being my mother's daughter and an object oflust for our male customers at French Made I started to notice when Iwas being eyed up by the female customers too. Eventually I got used tobeing seen as an. I was head of the PR team holding the preview of an upcoming TV programme in front of an audience of about 40 journalists and photographers, plus actors with lead roles in the production.Most of the journos were familiar hacks from national newspapers and Press agencies plus a few freelancers, all regular bunfighters on the London showbiz circuit. But Jasmine was a newbie. I needed to introduce myself to find out which publication she was representing. In reality though, I wanted to know about.