Rothschild couldn't deny the fact that he was a bit scared that Amelia had fainted. Who must have called her. He picked up the phone that had shattered to the ground, put the phone back together, and switched it on. He appeared rather calm as he went through Amelia's call logs and dialed the number that had just called her. He shot her a glance as the call went through. "Hello, who the hell is this?" Rothschild asked immediately the person at the other end picked up the call. "You just made my wife faint." "Is...is this Mr. Rothschild?" The person asked. "Yes, it is...""I've tried to reach you but I couldn't so I decided to call your wife's phone instead." Rothschild remembered that he had left his own phone in the bedroom so he wouldn't have been able to hear it ring. "You haven't answered my own question yet. Who the hell are you?" Rothschild asked again. "My name is...""You know what, I don't care what your name is, just tell me what you told Amelia that made her faint. Wh
Barely a week after Rothschild's father had died, he had begun selling off his father's landed property. Amelia had tried to confront him about how he was spending recklessly but he put her in her place and told her never to talk about the issue again. "Rothschild I need money to get new clothes, my old ones can't stay in one place on my body, it's too loose." Amelia summoned the courage to tell him one day. Amelia was never afraid of asking him for money, besides his bank account must be racking up to millions of dollars, but what she was more afraid of was Rothschild's response. "And where am I supposed to get the money you want me to give you?" He questioned sternly. "What do you mean by that? What happened to all the money you got from spending your father's lands?" "How dare you question me?!" He said with anger laced in his tone. Amelia saw how his expression had quickly shifted from indifference to anger but she wasn't concerned. With all the money that he had acquired, if
Amelia had quickly cleaned the house as Rothschild had instructed to avoid his wrath. As soon as she was done, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch for Rothschild when she heard the doorbell ring. "Hold on, I'm coming." She shouted from the kitchen. She quickly rinsed her hands and dried them on her clothes before she walked out to attend to the door. "Who's that?" She asked again when the doorbell rang, but no response came in. She hesitated for a moment before she finally opened the door to a woman whose breast could barely fit into her dress. "Who are you and what is a dirty hag like yourself doing here?" The lady at the door asked Amelia scornfully, as she eyed her from her head down to her toes. Amelia thought she hadn't heard well. "Excuse me, what did you say?" Amelia asked, just to be sure that she heard what the woman said. "Have you suddenly gone deaf? You dirty-looking scum," The woman fired. At this point, Amelia was fueled with rage. Out of anger, she slappe
Amelia's face was soaked with tears as she walked back inside the house. She was finding it hard to wrap her head around what had just unfolded. "This can't be happening to me." She said, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. "Rothschild had the guts to not only bring another woman into our house but also kiss her in front of me." Different thoughts were running through Amelia's head concurrently. She knew fully well that even if Rothschild brought in as many women as he wanted, there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't believe that Rothschild would betray her this way after all the love she had shown to him. Heartbroken was an understatement to what she felt, she was utterly devastated. She walked back into the house with her shoulders drooped. As soon as she got into the house, she could hear screams of the lady coming from upstairs and the loud moans of Rothschild she knew fully well what was happening. She tried to block out the noise but there was
It was raining heavily as Ruth pounded on the door of her best friend's house. The lights of the house weren't on and her best friend's car wasn't in the driveway, but she was so enraged that she didn't care. She was about to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the sitting room came on and the door opened."What in the hell are you...." Her best friend's dad looked furious until he saw her. His jaw dropped as he looked at her. He was silent for some moment as his eyes glued on her body. Reason which Ruth didn't know and didn't even care to know. "Hey! Ruth, what's going on?""Where is she, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked, her face flushed. "I need to speak with Kelly right now.""She's not in the house" He replied. He looked worried, though he wasn't looking at her. Ruth guess he had reason to be worried but that is not what she came for. That's non of her business. Her business in his house is to find her daughter and tear her flesh into pieces."Wher
She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..." "it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and ...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth." She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her bo
He jumped a bit as she wrapped a hand around him, probably because her hands were freezing. His dick was of average length, but incredibly thick. she flicked her tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling her tongue around his tip. She heard Mr. Lesnar gasp and she continued to lick his smooth dick, coating him with her saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, she took his tip in her mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Lesnar groaned and she slide him in her mouth a bit more. she sucked him a little more, stroking his wet dick with her other hand as she bobbed her head teasingly on him. Each time she moved on his dick, she let it slide a little further in her mouth, until she had as much as she could handle, which she was proud to say was most of it. She glanced up. Mr. Lesnar's hands were resting on the back of her head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. she kept sucking on his dick, raising her other hand to gently rub his balls. The second she
"Please..." she moaned, squirming. "Please Lesnar... you know what I want." "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do." "I... I w-want you to lick me..." "she am licking you, honey. I'm licking your leg." She groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. "Lick her pussy! Suck my pussy" she gasped. "Please, please..." He flicked his tongue against her wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into her pussy. she moaned softly, lifting herself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Lesnar let go of her hands and brought them to her pussy, rubbing her slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against her clit. she almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took her clit in her mouth and began to suck it. She gasped and writhed under him, her hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in her slowly, ignoring her grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a mo