‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ she said, ‘presenting…the Amazing Quincy!’ There was a smattering of applause as Quincy walked out. Quincy wore a w...rinkled black tuxedo that appeared to have passed its expiration date. A threadbare top hat sat on his head and his chin was covered with grey bristles. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. ‘Thank you for the introduction, Caroline,’ said Quincy. ‘Say, your hair color is really pretty. But why is it so short?’ Caroline’s face took on a. She made a sound ouch oooh and then removed her saree and I kneeled down and kissed on her pussy on the skirt itself and then let my head under her skirt it was dark under there but I traced the smell of her juices till I reached her pussy and licked her pussy like a dog licking at something sweet. She sounded like she was in heaven. Making slow sound ahhh and hmmmmm and biting her lips. And then I stood up and made her bend holding the slab and I started to eat her ass. I kissed and slowly. That had got him his wife and his job. I told him to come over now. Tell his boss he was sick and come to my rooming house. He knew where that was.When he arrived he started his begging routine, but I ignored it and told him to come up to my room. When we got there I played a recording of him getting a blow job from Winona. I told him a copy would be sent to his father-in-law and wife, unless. The unless was that he suck my dick. He begged some more and pleaded and it was all wasted. I had. Twenty minutes later, she pulled up into the Keane's driveway.Mike, a handsome, burly man in his late thirties waited for her at the front door. Bette felt a warming tingle when she saw the way his eyes moved over her body, lingering at the thrusting peaks of her tits and again at the center of her body."You are even prettier and shaplier than your picture," he grinned, his rich baritone masculine voice sending tingles through Bette. "Come on inside. Sally's waiting for us in there."Sally was a.