Giving up to a black handyman
That morning my loving hubby called me from our laundry room and he asked who owned that pair of boxers and a shirt hanging there in a rope. Victor said was sure the items did not belong to him.But then I told him those clothes were from Jamal, our black handyman, the one specialized in home improvement, currently painting our house; one room at a time.When I got closer to him, Victor grabbed me from behind and he slid a hand inside my jeans and rubbed my pussy lips over my thong.He smiled and...