“You promised me, Jeff, that you would never foist yourself on my sister. What do you have to say for yourself, before I beat the crap out of you?�...�Before he could advance on me, Di stood in front of me, protecting me, and saying, “He did not foist himself on me, whatever the hell that even means, Big Brother. He told me about the promise you two made about me. I can do whatever I want with whomever I want to.”“You don’t get your half of the money until you turn eighteen, young lady,” he said to. Although the sunlight hurt inside her head, living behind pristine walls surrounded by those damned, buzzing, fluorescent lights was even more disagreeable.This was one of Béla’s favorite spots. The cabin was already old when she acquired it in the early 1930’s and it was now one of several properties she owned outright, her little bar, the Target Club being the most recent acquisition almost fifteen years ago. All her property was included in Betty Wilson Estates. Now, as her ‘daughter’, Béla. ...OH ALLAHH!" She begged like a wanton slut. "Sorry Fahima, you're just so sexy. So beautiful. You deserve to be treated better then I treated you yesterday. I wanna slowly have you all night!" He said sounding sincere when in fact he was teasing her. He wanted to hear her beg more, his sadistic side took pleasure in hearing this once pure Muslim hijabi housewife beg for his black cock to pound her senseless. "OOHH...ALLAHH," she groaned, feeling an orgasm growing inside her. It felt like it. .." I know he's near. And he has to rub it in some more. "Maybe it doesn't count if I don't shoot it inside you," he says. He pulls out and drags me up, and suddenly I'm down on my knees again. "Suck it," he said. "Suck it hard."I get my mouth around it when it's already pulsing. Seconds later it's shooting off the roof of my mouth and I'm filling up with his cum. He's gripping my hair and groaning, bracing himself against me and pumping my mouth full with his load. I'm gulping it down,.