1. Blackmailed Forger


    Date: 10/18/2017, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Interracial Sex, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    in her new tight fitting dress that he had bought her the night before, and she felt like all the eyes in the hotel lobby were on her. She concentrated on not falling off her impossibly high heels and "accidentally" bumped into Prescott Manly. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Her embarrassed look came naturally as she really was. "That's OK," was the reply. Prescott turned to look at her and suddenly a smile crept across his face. "Are you in a hurry my dear?" He took in her full beauty blatantly, making her blush even more. "No Sir, I'm just going to lunch." She recited the lines Darrel had given her. "So am I," His smile broadened, "care to join me?" "Well, OK," she wondered how Darrel had known what Prescott was going to say, "if I'm not being a bother." "Not at all, the restaurant is this way." He took her gently by the arm and moved her in that direction. Darrel followed at a safe distance and sat at a table across the room. He was confident Peggy would do as he said, but this was too big to let her screw up. He knew his presence would keep her on her best behavior. He ordered lunch and waited patiently while watching Peggy and Prescott. To his right he kept hearing a clicking noise and turned to see a cute girl with short brown hair taking pictures. He watched her carefully and realized Prescott was the target. Being careful not to attract attention, he finished eating quickly and moved to the door. By the time the photographer emerged he was waiting behind the wheel of his ...
    car. He followed her beat-up Camaro through town to where she finally stopped at a run down store front. The faded sign above the door read Sarah Jackson Photography. Darrel sighed deeply. As if he hadn't enough to do, now he had to research this pesky photographer. Chapter 3 Peggy bounded across the floor to answer the ringing phone. Her naked breasts bobbed seductively with every move. "Hello?” "How did it go?" Darrel asked. "Did he say anything that I should know?" "Um, I, uh, I don't know," she stammered, obviously afraid she didn't have the info he needed, "he only got one call during lunch." "What did he say?" "Um, hang on," Peggy said. Darrel could hear her digging in her purse, "he said, research tract 1, 2. I need it by next week." She stopped momentarily, "Then he said, no the Pearson is the only one at the corner, just find out." She stopped again waiting for a response, "I'm sorry Sir he didn't say anything else about business." Darrel snapped back from his thoughts, "You did great Peggy. I am proud of you for taking exact notes, it helps a great deal." He could hear her sign in relief. "Don't cook tonight, I want to take you out. Wear the blue dress with garters." "Yes Sir," she answered happily. "And Peggy, shave your pussy for me." He heard her gasp, "Be ready by eight," he added before hanging up. The Pearson tract had to be a realty property in the city. Prescott must have an inside scoop on something about to happen with zoning. He drove to the courthouse and ...
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