" Don't you worry about that other crap. That's my job. You worry about selling, and keeping your customers happy. We'll be making some changes, and h...iring some new people. I have a person working on the marketing materials, but it sounds as if you already have some prices, so it might help if you talked to them. We don't keep Mr. Tipton from making sales calls, and during the last six years that he's been here, he could have called on Mr. Bell anytime he wanted to. If you don't mind, for just. Fuck me Daddy…..ohhhh GOD YES FUUUUCCCKKK." The more her hips rock, the more she starts to bounce. Her big tits bounced in her daddy's face. The torment and torture in her daddy's eyes, is clearly getting her off. I step up closer behind her. Her moans are getting louder, longer, and more erratic. Soon she explodes in an orgasm but, she does not stop riding him. I spread her cheeks apart rubbing the head of my cock on her non-lubed tight little asshole. Pushing her forward, I shove my dick in. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanour appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Sandra was unmistakable and like me Jamal saw a rare opportunity. He bragged early that he had experience, including a single, white woman in London he'd been fucking for several months. When he asked me what my interest was I didn't lie. I was looking for a black Bull to fuck my wife. It was the reason I was there.. ....he Was still resisting, and for some reason, I don't know why, I mumbled "under his chin." Anthony looked at me curiously and asked "what was that?" I looked at him then back at Carmen and said louder "under his chin.....and the back of his neck". He looked at me in disbelief and I smiled, then winked at him and crossed my legs. Carmen stood up and walked behind him, then she ran her hands along his chest and began to place soft kisses along the back of his neck. He was still staring at me,.