. ”“Look, Quentin, you don’t expect me to stand by and watch you fucking young birds... and me to stay ‘faithful’, do you?”Quentin Osman l...aughed. Melissa was right. In the first place, although he was good, he couldn’t give this young woman all she wanted. All the more so when he had a couple of slave-girls to hand. So she had every right to go elsewhere if she wanted, hadn’t she? “Sorry, Melissa,” he said, “I don’t know what came over me. I just think I might mind if it were with people I. "Then she'd get more."There was a murmur of approval."What do you think, Mike? The book was your idea." I reckon the whip round's a better oidea." Thanks, Mike. Have we got a collecting tin, darling?" I think I've seen one somewhere. Hang on a minute."She reappeared triumphantly a few minutes later with one on which she had she had stuck a label saying, 'Jean Morris Benevolent Fund'."I don't think we can keep it out after the weekend," she said. "She'd throw a fit if she found out about it. As. He was always fair. He watched her drive up and heard the key in the front door. He knew she would be tired too...expecting a glass of wine...a hot bath and a freshly cooked meal. Unfortunately for her bottom it didn't look like this was going to happen tonight. She went to kiss John but immediately he pulled back and she knew she was in trouble. She stepped back. John asked her outright. She - to her credit ( lying always results in a harsher punishment anyway) admitted she had broken a rule. It was my second time in her ass but it was just shy of painful the way it squeezed me. The feeling of Stacey’s anal opening to accept me, the asking me to pound it was intoxicating, and I picked up the pace.“Rub yourself!” I commanded “Rub that pussy I own & talk to me!”“Oh Sir….Uh….I LIKE it! P-P-Please Fuck me in my tight ass!’ she said with a small degree of lust.Stacey had reached underneath herself and was rubbing her clit furiously, attempting to rub away the pain of her ass being.