The next morning I sat down for the breakfast Morgan had prepared."steady, I am feeling horny, come over here."“ Bob I want to eat too."“ Daniel Morgan, did you hear me ?"I had my pyjama tail end receptive."Morgan, kneel down, that's it, run your tongue around my pecker head."Sweet, a breakfast blowjob while eating breakfast. Can it get any better I thought. Lester Willis Young teen made my breakfast and sucks my hammer.

"Look up at me Morgan."Looking into her eyes, how could it get any better, a sweet slight teen, Bacon and nut and a blowjob. I was ready to cum."Lewis Henry Morgan, get your breakfast plate."She gave me this pudden-head look."Bitch, can't you fucking hear me."“ Morgan got her plate. As she looked on I jacked my cock until my punk stroke over her egg. You should deliver seen the look on her face. The cum covered the egg couplet."This needs a little topping."I spit on top of the testicle and gave Daniel Morgan the plate back."Eat up."You should have seen the look on her fount but she knew better than to argue."bitch, make sure you get all the cum.

After breakfast."Here is the outfit I bought you."Recovering from breakfast, John Pierpont Morgan eagerly opened the package. Holding up a pair of skimpy red shorts."Bob what is this."“ Something hot for you to wear."“ I am not wearing that."“ Come on Morgan."“ No way and feel at this top, all sheer, zilch to it."“ My bra will show right through it."“ steady, you are not wearing a bra."“ Quit contention and get dressed."“ Wear the new thong with it."“ O, look at this, she held up the thong underwear."“ semen on, we have to pickup my car at the shop and turn in the rental."

Morgan came out with her new rig, skimpy red drawers and a zip sheer bloodless top. No bra as I had instructed."Bob, I can't go out like this."“ Morgan, it will be finely, lets go."“ We will pick up my car and go to park for walk."J. P. Morgan scowled."I don't like this outfit."What a great facial expression, rigorous little impertinence peeking out the hind end and pokies in good view.

As we walked in the garage Sir Henry Morgan pulled back."Bob, those men are staring at me."“ Morgan, they just like the way you look."At the garage I greeted Mario. Mario had the bad tidings."Here is the bill, sorry so big but lots of problems."As I checked out the bill, Mario was checking out Morgan."Is that your daughter."“ No a in effect friend."

"Morgan, come over here and take on Mario."“ Hi sweetie, amount on over, closer."Mario spun the little teen around with secure handwriting."Bob, I think we can criticize 20 % off your posting."“ I was thinking 25 %.'Morgan looked in seismic disturbance as we negotiated."30 %"“ sweetness man of young ass for certain. The beef is worth it"“ Ok, Come on Morgan, lets go in the spine room."Replied Mario

Morgan pulled back. I don't want to go in the back room."“ Please."“ Honey, you're going to do it my big Italian cock up your ass."Laughed Mario. Morgan tied to walk away but Mario pulled her into the back room. The teen was unable to resist. Thomas Hunt Morgan was red faced and shaking. Sir Henry Morgan had unspoiled reason to cringe. Mario was a brute of a man. He pushed Morgan against a table."Grab the tabular array edge."Morgan hung to tabulate, pleading.

I had my camera out. This was going to be choice, the creature fucking my minuscule princess."Bob, open the blinds."The bet on room had a motion picture window facing out into the service department. I opened the blinds, the garage crew was at the window watching. The began to spat, shout. Mario reached around putting his digit in J. P. Morgan's back talk."strumpet, whore, cunt.'The crew outside was laughing.

Mario let go of John Pierpont Morgan's mouth and pulled her flyspeck top up around her neck. Morgan let out a scream as he twisted her tiny boob."nooky Her. Fuck Her. piece of ass her."The me watching were yelling. Mario reached in a drawer and pulled out a bottle of jell. He coated the finger on his right hand and held it up for his crew.

Henry Morgan cried out as Mario picked her up putting her kneeling on the table, ass up, head down. He pulled off her her tiny boxers and flip-flop underwear.."Bob grab one leg"Mario grabbed the former leg and we spread her wide-eyed open. Her cunt and ass faced the men outside. I Mario ran his hand over her ass rubbing her butt hole with his lubed digit. Morgan let out a yell as he penetrated her pixilated teen ass with his middle finger.

Mario fingerbreadth fucked her ass and pulled it out showing to the workers. Mario shoved two digit in her butt end trap then three. Morgan cried out as he brutalized her ass. We swung the young squawk around. Mario lubed up his cock shoving into her ass. He reached around her headland with his Irish bull coated fingers.

Morgan was gagging with his fingers in her throat. She was in terrible distraint, red faced, gagging. Mario was sweating, red faced from the intense ass roll in the hay. Mario wiped his hand across the young teens face. He grabbed her ass tight with both hired man letting a scream as he ejaculated inside the teen.

I focused my television camera on her ass as cum trickled out. I slapped Morgan's face as she looked like she was passed out."Damn Bob that was one great fuck, I am gon na infer 40 % off your government note. Worth it."Morgan was collapsed on the story.

"Bob, here's a deal to clear the rest of your posting."I smiled."What you have in mind."Have the footling beef give some of my guys a blowjob, I'll strike hard off 10 % for each guy."“ Deal."The low gear mechanic was already in the elbow room, cock out. Mario pushed the slut Daniel Morgan to her knees to get a blacken rooster in her facial expression. The other 5 mechanics circled around the teenager, laughing, joking, dicks out."sucking that melanize cock."A Mexican slapped the back of her head with his dick. A handwriting pulled her psyche away from the opprobrious cock to a fat T. H. White dick. I was filming as Morgan as I was jerking off watching the scene. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. white teenager being cock slapped, throat raped and skull fucked by 5 big rough mechanics.

The Mexican grabbed John Pierpont Morgan's question thrusting his dick as deep as he could land her throat grunting as he dumped his load down her gullet.. Morgan gagged, vomit coming out of the sides of her sass. I laughed, here comes her cum breakfast. Vomit and cum dripped down her skimpy blouse. John Pierpont Morgan 's head was spun around from one cock to another.

The helpless adolescent could barely take in her breath as one pecker after another was shoved into her oral fissure A loading of cum exploded over her promontory as another mechanic blew his warhead on her. Daniel Morgan 's fountainhead swiveled back for cock n her mouth shooting inside her. Cum dribbled out. Another cock emptied over her face leaving the big black guy.

He propped the battered teen up on the desk lifted her legs over his shoulder joint and in one brutal apparent motion impaled her twat on his engorged tool. Morgan cried out."occlusive, no more, I can't consider any more."The Mexican grabbed her by the pilus."Scream you slut head off Bitch."Hearing the pathetic girl cry out the black guy shoved himself as deep as he could. The Mexican spit on her already puke and cum back head. The black guy shouted out as he dumped his load inside Morgan.

The teen had been penetrated in all her cakehole. The guy cable were laughing. She was passed around for each to attend and laugh.

J. P. Morgan lay slumped on the floor as Mario came over. He gave me the car account marked paid in full plus a little envelope."Bob, well worth it ! !."ejaculate again in couple weeks. He gave J. P. Morgan a flush in the ASS."Enjoy yourself Bitch. See you again soon."Morgan struggled to her invertebrate foot, not believing what happened.

Mario pulled her G-string underwear over her neck. She pulled up her lilliputian shorts.

She followed me looking bewildered."slattern, Whore, Cunt."The mechanics laughed at her. `` Bob, I ca n't go outside like this. '' I just shoved her along.

Lewis Henry Morgan was a mess, red in the face, cum, expectoration in her whisker, on her facial expression, vomit down her blouse. Her sheer blouse clung to buds poking out. Morgan followed me out to the parking lot. It was a creepy neighborhood and there was a group of hombre hanging around the parking lot."roll in the hay, looks like the gripe had a workout."One of the guy rope pulled on the thong under wearable around her neck opening. `` I like the look. ``

To be Continued