He chuckled that she looked so good maybe they should stay in for the night. He lifted the skirt of her dress to see the open crotched red panties she...was wearing. Pulling the front of her top down a little, he smiled as he saw the open nipple black lace bra holding her tits in place. He patted her ass as he directed her to the dinner table. He had prepared a lovely spaghetti diner complete with meatballs, garlic bread and some chianti wine. He poured her a small glass and asked if that was. She cringed, of course. Please. Please, just…take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one will know. Just dont kill me! She whispered suddenly, trying to look innocent. They all said the same stupid shit, I thought irritably. I was already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the button pop out. Again with the kicking and thrashing. Why do they always fight? They never win. Foolish little sluts… I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely, and without. She was taller than the average ballerina was, and her hair had turned snow white. She kept her hair stylishly short, and tended to wear little makeup.Many of the younger male dancers who came to the studio became friends and the straight ones all desired her. While she had briefly dated a couple of younger men, she had never bedded one of them. Anne had gone through a bitter divorce and she had found a place of contentment in her life. She was happy to have friendship and comradery, but she. Her eyes were rolling around in her head and her face was beat red. She was already covered in sweat and cum and was panting so hard I thought she would pass out. I watched her writh around in pain and pleasure as several hands started to undress me and my girlfriend.I was right there was a loud scream from the blond and she started begging for mercy at 10 minutes. Of course no body listen to her pleas for mercy as they continued to fuck her like crazy. At 12 minutes her body went limp, she.