The feeling of his hot chocolate brown body enveloping my cock is almost too much to bear as my body pushes involuntarily up into him, my cock and not... my head is now in control. I start to pump my hips faster and faster against him and now my entire cock is buried within his bowels. Jamaal straightens his legs and locks them around mine, he places his hands under my torso and the two of us roll over sideways and keep rolling until our positions are now reversed and I am laying on top of him, at. Being a good looking girl of late twenties, I always dress in sexy clothes when reporting to such jobs, not like the usual maids or cleaning girls, simply because I usually aim at making money in other methods than the routine job specified as a maid or a cleaning lady.While doing my job, the boss kept going back and forth, he was chatting with me asking questions, he clearly showed interest, he seemed to like what he saw one way or another, but he was a real nice man, one of his questions was,. "I'd better get back outside," Josh said. "I've got ten dogs hanging onto one snow hook out there. Tiffany, come out to help me get the Beatle Hounds picketed, then I'll run the Gravediggers back up to Mark's."Mike was feeling a little better, just knowing he was home and inside, although shivering as the women stripped him naked. "Drop off the one sled, and go ahead and finish with ten dogs," he said. "There's going to be a crowd there, they need something to see." Daddy," Tiffany tried to. That was the deal. Until those fuck heads robbed me. And now, here I was standing in my bathroom examining the black eye and split lip in the medicine cabinet mirror.I wasn't a big guy, I had a wiry build that made me appear far weaker than I was. I had a shock of jet black hair, and my skin was just a few shades above sickly pale. My eyes were my best feature, that's what I'd been told my whole life, a bright blue that had charmed plenty of women into my bed. Not that they would do me any good.