“Does that hurt?” he asked. He was no longer tentative in the least. Xnxx com I could imagine what they saw: the heavy press of my breasts against the taut white silk, the long stretch of my legs down to heels entirely too high to be appropriate for work. I tensed a little and he shoved the other one in, using both to spread my unprepared pussy as far as he could. He was no longer tentative in the least. Ashamed. Just then Pete Townsend entered the car, somehow squeezing his tall lean body through two layers of men to push up against my right side. “22, please,” I responded in a tight voice. Shaver asked his son while absently moving to probe my cunt with his fingertips. I threw my purse down and sat trembling in my chair for a brief moment. I turned my head to the side and watched my boss’s face while his son explored me. I heard Mr. “Sir?” I asked, glancing from the young man on the couch to his stone-faced father. He reached forward and took my breasts in both hands, feeling their weight and resiliency, digging his fingers in a little too hard.
