Part two - The lie

Ohh, yes.
I remember the good old days when I was in bed with Cloth, my muscular gypsy. When I started to rub his cock slowly with both hands and I looked him in the eye: Do you like it? I was telling him. Yes, my sweetie, he replied. I put his cock between my full breasts, maybe too big for my small stature, and I started rubbing it with my breasts, and from time to time I touched him with my tongue and lips. I knew what I was doing, didn't I? Then I took the head of the cock captive with my velvety, hot and hungry lips. I was starting to suck slowly but hard. I didn't swallow it in my throat, instead I rubbed my tongue against the crack of his cock quickly, quickly, trying to open it a little as if I wanted to stick my tongue inside if I could. When I felt a littl

Episode 2

He took me in his arms and carried me to a nearby building that looks like you may have seen in the pictures on the internet about the gypsy ghettos.

The Cloth wished me to have a good fun sugar. I woke up in a very big bed, like the gypsy who practically took me from the cock of the handsome pimp, who tricked me. He laid me down carefully on the bed and began to caress me everywhere licking me and smelling me like an animal. From time to time he bit me lightly and I let out moans of pleasure leaving my whole body in his power.
My white flesh became a piece of dough in his huge, rough, brown palms. He possessed me wildly as if he had never seen a woman in his life. I screamed on his huge dick the rest of the night.


We were sweating like in a sauna, in fact,

The following is a true story

In the year 1996 spring has come and with it came a new computer and mobile phone company in the city. My husband said to go to the interview.
I put on my high-heeled black shoes with a very short mini skirt with three buttons on the left thigh and a slit on the same side, a vest with a bareback, deeply low-cut in front, only with three buttons in front.

I looked in the mirror and said I should be hired, right? Still, something was missing. Aaaa….I found it. A small black bow tie around my neck. Now everything was perfect. I put on beautiful makeup and looked in the mirror again.

They must hire me what the hell I said. I took my fake fur coat but very elegant, long. I came out of the block of flats on the boulevard where a taxi was supposed to be