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Lesley part 11
Date: 12/26/2016, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature Voyeur, Author: Les1111
... Shaking Robs hand profusely. "Good...good.....George. Your looking....old and fucked...hahahaha. Too many brothels you old goat. Still visiting that lap dancing bar.? ..fucking hell man you could have bought it the money you've spent there." "Your behind the times man....I fucking did buy it. Hahahaha" The two friends laughed and hugged each other momentarily forgetting about Lesley standing there. She stood with her hands together while the two men re aqainted and caught up. Rob, remembering she was there, pulled back and brought Lesley forward. "George this is my new friend..Lesley. She is the reason for my visit here today. She has been down on her luck a bit, but has been a godsend to me as a carer and friend." He stroked Lesley's face with affection. "I'm just helping her out a bit. Getting her a few things....see..that's where you come in" Rob said holding his hands in the air and looking around. "Fuck sake Rob....there was me thinking you wanted help.....in the bedroom....hahahaha" The two friends laughed, never giving a thought as to what Lesley might think. "Ok" said George, who at 5'6" was nearer to Lesley's height than he was to Robs. He also could do with visiting the same gym as Rob, as too many business lunches were making his gut hang grotesquely over his belt. "Let's do this..." He put his hand into the small of Lesley's back and e****ted her towarde the ladies department of the huge store. Rob ...
... followed, wondering, how long it would take untill his friends hand, dropped, and started feeling Lesley's arse. He had no scruples whatsoever and when he wanted something he let the owner know asap what he wanted. When Lesley had asked hm in the car, if he had wanted her to have sex with his friend he had been evasive. Sure, she might well do, but George was a man of his own making. If George wanted something, 99 times out of a hundred he gets it. Money talks...and he had plenty. If George wanted Lesley's mouth on his cock, she would know soon enough. He wasn't one for small talk. By the time they had reached the door into the shop, George was caressing Lesley's lovely arse. "How you managing Robs cock then Les.....what a cock eh lass. Not many babes take that I can tell ya." He whispered in her ear as he slapped her backside playfully. "Wish I had it Hahahaha". Lesley didn't like him. But didn't let it show. She just smiled and kept walking. "We have a new section of end of season trends from designers like McCartney and Beckham, but there still a fortune of money. We need to get you into a more bargain basement end" he said derrogatively "of course, depending on how friendly you are the classier stuff might just suddenly become cheaper." Lesley felt her heart rate rise quite considerably. "So, George, what you are saying is...if I was to maybe give you a blow job...maybe, bend over your desk and let you fuck me in the pussy or maybe in the ...