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Madison cautioned herself before she spotted Aaron, seated at a table near the back, his eyes scanning the entrance. She frowned when she didn't see any resemblance to Donna, but she approached the table regardless. Madison sighed as she sat down. “Where is Donna?” She asked, trying to keep her tone casual. “She should be here any minute,” Aaron replied. As if on cue, the door opened, and Donna Torres walked in. She wore a spaghetti-strap, body-con black dress that accentuated her glorious hourglass curves, and her dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders.

Beautiful, hungry chaos. Donald tried to hold on, but we didn’t give him a chance. We teased him with soft whispers and inside jokes that only fueled his fire. “You remember that weekend in Vegas?” Dana said, stroking his chest while I rode his cock hard and deep, my tits bouncing in his face. “The MMA fighter who cried when he came?” Brittany laughed, her lips brushing my thigh as she kissed down toward Donald’s stomach. “He begged me to let him eat my ass. Poor thing nearly passed out.”

It only came down about an inch past my ass and when I bent over to slide a movie in the VCR, I am sure Diva had a full view of my ass. We ate popcorn and enjoyed the first movie a lot. It was an action comedy, like a part 2 of something I think. My mind wasn’t really on it, but what I saw, I enjoyed. While it was rewinding, Diva was flipping through the cable stations and, as fate would have it, she stopped on one of those late evening, pay channel soaps. It was one of those boring half hour drama shows with a lot of bad acting. It just so happened that this particular one was about the lesbian lifestyle.

Tom was fat and fifty and Joe was short, bald and over weight and they never ever would have gotten a taste of her - until now. It was seven on Sunday morning when the party broke up. Donny's "hospital fund" had eleven hundred dollars in it when I closed the door behind the last man. I walked back to the bedroom and looked in on Cindy. Some time during the night the nylons had been untied and had come off. She didn't look all that worse for wear. Her pussy lips were reddish and a bit swollen and her pubic hair was wet and matted, but other than that she looked okay. She was asleep and she had a smile on her face. I pulled the covers up over her and then I went to the spare bedroom and went t

However, she still smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You too. Get some rest.” Then she turned and left. Once her figure had disappeared from the doorway, Paul immediately called his aide. “Why is Emily’s number invalid? Has our intelligence system failed, or did the donna disappear and I’m the last to know?” His voice was cold as ice, sending a chill down the aide’s spine. “Don Garcia, actually, on the day you entered surgery, we already received news that Donna Emily had left the country. But during this time, you were…”

Seeing that the young couple were preparing to leave, the woman made her move. Striding up to the table she said, “My name is Donna Douglas. May I join you for a few minutes?” The two were stunned. Standing beside their table was a magnificent blue-eyed blonde about five feet seven inches tall. Her figure was utterly perfect. Beyond that, though, both recognized the name: Donna Douglas was the hottest thing in films — in more than one sense of the word — and had been for several years. Before either Kim or Brad could say anything, a waiter brought up another chair and set it opposite Kim. Donna ordered coffee, and the waiter quickly departed.

Since Hunter said that Casper should let Jenna handle Donna, he excused them and went to welcome some of his guests, especially the new Dons but sat where he could watch the two women closely after. "You shameless bitch, what are you up to?" Donna raged and asked. Seeing Donna angry, Jenna already felt like she won, though the former had the ring. She smiled and winked, "what do you think?"

she said with a evil grin. Donna began to eat while she listened to the conversation around the table, she heard some referring to her as desert, and she wondered what was planned for her, and why were all these people here. As she finished her meal and a few glanuses of wine Donna noticed that some of the people hadleft the room. It was mostly ladies left sitting and talking. She glanced around the room noticing that they were all in their thirties or early forties with just one that was close to her age. Donna felt the urge to pee and asked Michelle where the powder room was.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.