Sexmex Angie Tia 2

She was still lost and bemused at daybreak when strange hands mature dressed her in her own clothes, helped her into the back seat of a grey hatchback, and drove her to a walkway near her own apartment.   YUDIF Katya returned to MILF work, blaming her evident stiffness and tenderness on a skating accident the previous evening. Her colleagues were solicitous, and finally insisted that she leave early to recuperate. To their surprise she agreed readily, but when Katya gingerly perched on her scooter and rode through the ministry gates that afternoon she was not on her erotic way home. She was forbidden to spend any of her remaining nights in her own bed. “You shall sleep in the New Wharf Kennels” Leon had told her. “I presume that you know them”? She allowed herself a wry smile. The kennel business was operated by a woman called Yudif as a front for other activities or, at least, so the department had always suspected. Yudif was a ferocious advocate for Dmitri and his circle, a constant presence in the media and always petitioning the assembly to argue that his practices were consensual and legal. Naturally, they had investigated her personal and professional life with great thoroughness but had found nothing worthy of prosecution; the audit team easily tracked every sale and purchase – thanks to pedigrees and import licenses - and never uncovered any irregularity. They joked that the cannibals must be genuine animal-lovers, and many of the older hands could barely restrain themselves from complaining that the teen justice ministers of their youth would simply have shut Yudif away in an asylum. Katya, of course, had always found everything about the woman utterly fascinating and had questioned her several times – without ever discovering anything and without satisfying her curiosity. “Yudif will granny subject you to the strictest discipline and the grossest debasement.” Leon went on, “She will defile you, and you will welcome it”. Katya gnawed at the inside of her lip. And so, she rode to the outskirts, ahead of the late afternoon rush, and drew up outside the wire fence of the kennel compound. Yudif was waiting by the entrance to admit her; somehow her full lips and high cheekbones made the drab overalls and work boots seem like a fashion statement and they failed to disguise her tall and elegant figure. In their previous encounters she had been aloof and distant and had answered Katya’s questions with a coldness that bordered on contempt but now she smiled warmly into her eyes and embraced her with enthusiasm. “I always felt that you would have yourself sent to me one day” Yudif breathed, her long arms enfolding them, pressing her lean body into Katya’s soft, yielding flesh. She broke away to lock the gate behind them and took Katya’s arm to lead her to the prefabricated cabin which served as an office. “Come inside,” she said, “and we can prepare for the night”. As they walked Yudif pressed the key into her hand. “Take this copy” she smiled. “You can let yourself in - for the few days you have left”. Katya failed to suppress a shiver of excitement. The interior was plain and Spartan, with a few basic items of office furniture and shelves of neatly stacked binder files. One thing seemed out of place; on the desk was laid a handsomely-bound copy of the notorious play, “The King in Yellow”, open at one of the earlier pages. Swiftly, Yudif stepped over and closed the book then turned back to Katya with a new, predatory look that made her tremble with anticipation. “Take your clothes off, and leave them on the chair” she commanded, peeling her own work-clothes from her toned, olive-skinned body. The smell of fresh baked pastries had made its way into the living room and cat calls were being sent her way by her fanbase. Jen squealed. “Yes, lover? Her hours at work were cut back from 40 hours per week to 30 hours per week so she decided we had to cut back on expenses. He also had teen what some might call a cute butt, again from all the time he had been spending on the road. Oh god that's it fuckkkkkkk meeeee. My straight blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, revealing two pointed ears on the sides of my head. “Maybe it’s called Google,” said Chloe. Five minutes later, Maggie walked into the kitchen in her ‘work clothes.” Emmitt’s cock woke up every time he saw her in them. "My daughter said that I like him. My other friends were mature all grinning and giving me a hard time….I knew they were just jealous. “Well, that was anti-climatic,” Alan scoffed, taking another sip. I put my left hand on his crotch and held the bulged erotic dick over his pants. Georgia “Yes, yes, your cock is amazing!” As much as she pleasured herself, she pleasured me. Long slow strokes, short quick strokes, and MILF slow grinding circles. What fun would that be to the personage or mechanism granny that was doing this with me? Maybe, whatever it was, wanted me to fuck-up and then turn me into a salamander or something just as demeaning. He made sure that Claire could feel the bulge in his pants.