Mane uske ghar ki bell bajai par koi nahi aya, mane dekha ki uske ghar ka darwaza khula tha, phir mai under chala gya , mane dekha ki uske ghar par ko...i nahi tha mai use room mai gya. Woh so rahi thi woh bahuh payari lag rahi thi usne t skirt aur koi kuch short pehen rakha tha ,Uski t shirt uske kamar se uper thi yeh dekh kar mera lund kahada ho gya mai uske pare ke paas beth gya urki nangi tango par haath pherne laga woh nahi uthi, phir mai dheere dheere apna haath uski chott par le gya, aur. I drop the phone back into the cradle. Saying nothing, I glance at Jack. Licking my lips, I cover my hand with his, spurring him to pump in at a much faster pace. “You want me to go harder? Faster, baby?” “Yes, daddy, please go faster. Fuck your baby girl faster. Don't stop fingering your baby girl's pussy, daddy!” I hear him groan. “Baby, I love it when you call me daddy.” His fingers at my nipple were now in sync with the rhythm he has created in my pussy. I gave out a loud moan as I buck. He can be a great guy if he grows up a little more, gets out of Never Neverland," Jen broke to Garth's mom."I see ... Master, is it? What kind of man claims that sort of exalted title, an egotist? A narcissist? Jack, is it? I don't care what sort of deal you have with Jen and these other three ladies, whom I can only guess from looking at them are your other girlfriends. You have a little harem deal going on, I get it. You're a patriarchal misogynist who wants several wives, and is willing to. ‘Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.’ ‘Apology accepted. Now, are you ready to continue?’ Her breath quickened. ‘Yes Master, please?’ ‘Good. Now it is just about time for you to be getting off work right?’ ‘Yes, Master. In about an hour and a half, thankfully.’ ‘Ok, when you get off work, I want you to get into your car and drive to the small riverside park where we first met. You remember that park?’ I asked her. ‘Oh yes, Master! I remember it very well,’ she said. I could hear the smile in her.