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Payback12.00am – I was in the bathroom and I placed the weapons in the holdall of our backpacks. “We have got to get this right!” commanded one girlfriend. Another one of my girlfriends sat in the reclining chair, pondering. “Having second thoughts?” “Me? no way” said another one of my girlfriends. “Its pay back”. I stepped out of the bathroom and ushered the girls to the door. There were four of us.12.30am – It was night and the air was cool. We pulled up outside John Rosh Avenue, near the Olympic Park, in London,. Very quietly, we approached No 41, pulled on our stockings over our heads and knocked on the door. A lady opened it and quickly, we pushed her inside the house and shut the door. “where is the safe?”12.35am – By now the lady was really frightened and she did exactly what we told said. We ran upstairs and proceeded to the master bedroom. When we opened the door, they found a man cowering in the corner. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and trousers. We coaxed him out of the room and marched him downstairs into the main room.12.40am – both victims were tied up and sat on different chairs. My friend Miss Pink was the first to speak. She stood in front of the terrified lady and knelt down in front of her. “if she did not tell us where the safe is, we are going to take it in turns to fuck your husband. We are going to pull down his trousers, massage his cock to get him ready, suck hard on it to lubricate it and taste his pre cum, then we are going to remove our trousers, wet our fingers, to moisten our clit, sit on your husband and make him cum inside us. You have 5 minutes to think it over.12.45am – I watched the husband and wife and both of bahis siteleri canlı them did not utter a word. It was as if they were egging us on. This wasn’t part of the plan, I thought. I edged over to the wife and stood in front of her. “Times up” I said. I looked around and saw that she had photos of her and her husband. You could tell they were a loving couple and presumably faithful to one another. What a pity. Unknown to my girlfriends, the real prize was the wife sitting in front of me.Roll back 2 weeks – I worked in Wimbledon as an usher and every year, they hold a ladies tennis tournament. And every year the same women, from all corners of the UK compete the win the prestigious Tindsdale Trophy. There was this one woman, her name was Petra. She was brunette, had long her which she made into a ponytail. She was so fit; and her white legs and tits were edible. I swear blind she fancied me. When she picked up the ball after losing one of her serves, she would bend down, and before she grabbed the ball, she will turn, look at me and wink. Once, at the bar, I asked her for a drink and she totally blanked me. I felt humiliated. Often she would brush past me and she made a point of her tits brush against my arm. once at an awards evening, I was so drunk, I made a pass at her. And would you believe, she called me a dirty black lesbian and had me thrown out.12.50am – Petra asked me to remove the stocking from my head, but I declined. Slowly I unzipped my jacket and tossed it over the other side of the room. Next I undid my trousers, removed my boots and kicked it behind me. My shaved chocolate pussy stood proud in front of Petra. I moved in closer canlı bahis and she turned away. My girlfriends assisted by holding Petra’s head forward. I wanted Petra to smell my horny pussy. I grabbed Petra’s head and pulled it into my wet pussy; I made sure her whole face was covered in my wet sticky pre cum. God it felt wonderful. I felt Petra’s breath cool my vagina which sent me into a frenzy. I so wanted her mouth to fuck my pussy.13.00am – I looked over and saw her husband looking stunned. I looked further down and his trousers looked like a marquee with the hardness of his bulge. I asked the girls to pull his dick and out ready to fuck him unprotected if Petra didn’t comply. I looked into Petra’s eyes and warned her that if she did not eat me, her husband would be fathering mixed-race c***dren by 4 international hungry women. Petra complied. She began by rubbing her nose up and down the slit of my crotch using slow strokes. It felt soooo good. “Pull out your tongue”, I suggested. Petra agreed and pushed her tongue right into her crevice. I heaved. Oh my god. my heart started to pound and I felt a surge of electricity, like a bolt of lightening hitting every part of my nerve ending. With that, I pulled away and hungrily tore through Petra’s shirt to expose her 34C tits. They were absolutely beautiful. I licked and sucked them like I was having ice-cream. I heard Petra moan and groan quite a bit, but I was not paying that much interest.13.30am – I hitched up Petra’s skirt and to my pleasing, there was no panties in sight. Perhaps she didn’t wear any indoors, I thought. Anyway, I parted her legs and feasted on her pussy, I probed, licked and pushed bahis siteleri my tongue in and out. I also inserted two fingers. I looked up at Petra and notice that she was taking it all in. I commanded Petra to tell me how she wants it. She told me, she liked vigorous licks in a certain spot within the walls of her vagina. I found it and worked on that area for quite some time. The screams from Petra were terrible for a woman. She was actually loving it. Her toes were curling and her tits were standing firm and tiny little bumps were protruding from around her nipples. She begged me to suck her tits. Instead I licked once, just enough to leave saliva on them, then gently blew it with my breath. She reacted by arching her back. I asked one of the girls to blow her tits but don’t touch it and every now and then, I would give each nipple one lick.13.35am – After much gorging, I longed to hear the words that I was doing my job correctly, “I gonna cum”. Petra sighed. I quickened my fingering motion. It was so fast and frenzied that Petra with writhing and shaking and red painted toes pointing and then all of a sudden, Petra let out this enormous cry and she squirted at me like a fireman with a hose. It was going everywhere. All over my face, the floor, the walls. Petra with shaking like she was having a seizure. I turned around, looked at the girls who were wide eyed and open mouthed. The husband just sat there with his big hard on. 13.40am – Five minutes had past and Petra’s convulsions started to cool off. Her breathing returned to normal. I thought now would be a good time to reveal myself. I removed the stocking from my head. Petra started right at me, “its you!”. Yeah, its me. “That wasn’t so bad now was it, bitch!”. I winked at her, turned around, walked over to my pouch and pulled out 3 condoms. “Here girl’s fuck him anyway, he’s all yours!Sorry, I don’t know what they did to the husband after I left. : )

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