So I answered “yes”.He then said, “What are we waiting for? Lets go, I’m dying to fuck you in the ass.” I was so scared, but excited at the ...ame time. I knew if I took him home, he was going to do whatever he sexually wanted to me and I couldn’t stop him. The thought of being completely helpless with a man that powerful taking charge of my body and aggressively making me his little sex slave, made me so horny and I had no idea why. I always loved women, so why was this big racist skinhead and. We could look for a ring tomorrow lunchtime: she was on holiday from now until she began work in September, so we could meet at lunchtime in town and choose a ring.Visions came of a neat house in the suburbs filled with a suitable number of children. How many would we have? Two? Six? I laughed at myself for being a fool. Marriage first, living together second, children when she was ready for them.First things first. Ask her tonight. Now get some work done. Which I did.Now the romantic stories. I poured myself a generous glass of iced champagne and was just about to take it out into the garden when I heard a car pulling up outside, I opened the front door and saw a long nylon clad pair of legs as the driver reached over to retrieve something from the far seat and the a headful of tousled blonde hair appeared with my sister beneath it,"If you can stop looking at my bloody legs for a minute, I could use a hand"I stood for another moment admiring her legs and the barely covered cleft. .. fuck... yes... unnnh!" Words were spilling out of his mouth without him realising, as this gorgeous cock slid in, then out, in, then out, pleasure increasing, over and over.James imagined what he must look like now, totally naked, bent over the arm of a sofa in the apartment of a man he'd known half a day, his ass, previously untouched by anyone else except his girlfriend Georgie's tongue, being ploughed repeatedly and to his delight by this relative stranger's cock.James wondered what.