As the days went by, Amelia noticed that Rothschild had started to distance himself from her. He barely spoke to her and had barely touched her for weeks. Amelia was growing incessantly worried. She couldn't remember the last time Rothschild had spoken to her, not even to criticize her. All of a sudden, Rothschild had stopped bringing in women and none of them ever visited and that was when Amelia knew that something was wrong. Initially, she had thought that Rothschild had decided to change and stop bringing women home but when he started avoiding Amelia like a plague, Amelia knew that there was more to his sudden change in attitude. One morning, while Amelia was cleaning the bedroom she shared on most nights with Rothschild, she came across a paper that was underneath the dresser. Amelia wanted to sweep it away since it looked like ordinary paper to her but the inscription on the paper made her have second thoughts about throwing the paper away. She picked it up and to her g
"No," Rothschild responded nonchalantly. "It's not something your money can get? I thought it's something you can get with a phone call." Amelia taunted."That means you won't live for so long." "I know," Rothschild responded again. Amelia wasn't too surprised at how he was responding to her. She didn't blame him, it was because of his stupid disease. "How did it happen?" She asked him. "What do you mean by how did it happen?" He asked sarcastically as he sat up in bed. "Kidney disease isn't something that just magically appears, Rothschild, you should know that." "What are you trying to say? Amelia." "What I mean is that..." Amelia choked on her tears as she tried to speak, so she cleared her throat before she continued. "Your lifestyle just has caused it." She added. "Amelia, if you're trying to say something else, why not say it? And if you think that sleeping with multiple women causes kidney disease, I hate to break it to you that It doesn't." He said and laid
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
He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..." He pulled her off of him and she rolled onto her back as he stood up. Kelly's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before." "Check the bottom drawer," she said, and she was right. Mr. Lesnar pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed. Her leaned over and kissed her. "It'll feel really good after a bit, she promise," he said with his lips against hers. "Okay," she whispered. "Get on your hands and knees," he said. she did, her ass facing him as she turned. she heard him open the tube and she squeezed her eyes shut. He put a hand on her ass, rubbing gently before she felt his other hand against her hole. His finger was cold, but slid against her hole easily. He
He repeated it a few more times, and despite the fact that it hurt when he was all the way in her, she started to enjoy herself. He must have noticed, because he moved one of his hands off her hips and slid it around her again, fingering her clit. She sighed as he fingered her, enjoying the feeling, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't cum from being fucked in the ass. He was braced against her, and she could feel him resting against her back as he started to move against her faster. She wasn't exactly sure that she could handle him moving faster, and she protested slightly, struggling against the hands holding her in place. As she pulled away from him, he rubbed her clit harder, and she couldn't help but moan. His legs were resting on the outside of hers, and with a grunt, he lifted himself slightly, and pushed me down further on the bed. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her stomach, Mr. Lesnar's hand underneath her. He kept rubbing her clit, his fingers moving faster as