"Your a very naughty boy"."Well you should know.After all you have fucked me once or twice"."And i intend to again".I eased my cock from my trousers,a...d grabbing her ass,spread her cheeks and proceeded to rip her panties."They were a very expensive pair of panties" she said before laughing.I pressed my stiff cock against her pussy and she said that,"I am not wet and ready enough yet,surely".I said,"Thats all right.I like a nice tight pussy to stick my big cock into".At this i grabbed her ass. I think all the guys in here gave her at least one glance. How much jealousy and hatred is coming my way, I wonder. Who gives a shit? She's with me, fellas. Suck it up.)(I'm only glad I dressed smartly for this meeting but she has overshadowed me by a country mile. She really is something else. Me? I'm already a mental wreck. Feigning calm, I'm asking her questions, listening to her answers, listening to her soft voice, showing interest, which is also easy, telling her about myself yet all the. Each time is worst than the last, my nipples swell with his prodding and pulling and my feel like he’s digging into my tummy with whatever is between his legs. His gasps are short too but sometimes he groans, and whispers things I don’t understand into my ear. He asks if I like it while shoving his mouth over mine to stop my screams. When he pulls out of me I feel empty, like he took all my inside out with him and all I’m left with is a searing aching pain all over my body. Hot sticky goo. Pretty much the only topic of conversation on the 2-hour ride between us was the question of her posing for Martin and she freely admitted to the anticipation of posing for Martin had been building after seeing his erotica collection. She said the only reason she hadn't agreed there and then was that she wanted to be really sure that I would be OK with it. Certainly we both recognised that Martin was a really forceful character and there may be more to it than just taking pictures but we.