I said youre a bitch Katie and smiled as I walked past her. I turned around to close the door behind me and saw her reaching up into the cabinet for a... towel and her short skirt had risen just high enough that I could tell she was wearing a tiny black thong that covered none of her smooth ass and disappeared down into her crack. My cock twitched as, for the first time ever, I saw my big sis in a sexual light and I couldnt believe how hot she was. Throughout my whole shower, all I could think. Not some tiny white pecker.” Damion used his abdominal muscles to bounce his cock up and down on my face and mouth. I stuck my tongue up to lick it. Damion smiled. “See this bitch wants a Mandingo cock. Don’t you bitch?” He grabbed his cock in his hand and smack me in the face with it. “Yes daddy”, I said. “Yes what bitch?” said Damion and he smacked me in the face again with his cock. Hard. “I want Mandingo cock”, I cooed and opened my mouth as I looked over to my husband who sat in the corner. In dem gepolsterten braunen Umschlag befanden sich zwei Dinge.Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem. “Good evening Senior Leader Michaels, gentlemen. We haven’t had the pleasure of your company for a while now. What can I get you?”Senior Leader Michaels looked along the bar. “Where’s Lindsay?”“I’m sorry to say that she’s ill with the flu. Ask any of your men that were here last night, she was not well. I told her not to come in this evening.”Michaels looked at him coldly. “You were told to ensure she was here every night.”“She was ill sir. Ask any of your men. I’m sure you wouldn’t want her.