“Ah, damn, you are very tight back there!” I groaned as I buggered Sandy, quite fond of her fine butt.“It’s yours, Master. For life! I swore i... and I mean it!” Sandy pushed back eagerly at me, desperate to take more of my cock up her bunghole.“I’m not kidding. You’re so fucking tight!” I told Sandy how much I enjoyed her booty as I took her anally and made her my bitch yet again.“I don’t know if I like it more in my pussy or my ass from you! That ... cock ... rocks!” Sandy tightened up even. Her pajama was a little wet. I pulled the knot and her pajama fell down. Her milky white thighs were a lovely sight. As I was getting up I held her kurta and undressed her. Now she was in her bra and panty.I hugged her and again planted a kiss on her lips. My dick was pressing against her panty trying to penetrate it. I removed the hook of her bra and threw her bra on the audience. I also removed her panty and threw it to the audience. Now she was all nude in front of us.She had a hairy pussy. Ford is an internet whiz and started to build a profile on her, thanks to her online diary. She was in her early thirties, was well thought of as an attorney and was working to move into becoming a barrister. In her private life, she was a prima donna and looked down on anyone that she considered an inferior. She was well off and had took an extended holiday at this point to coincide with her less busy work times and to scout out possible places to move. Her preoccupation with her career. She smiled to herself but couldn't help blushing a sweet crimson too. Time went on slowly, an eternity passed between the small glances they shared and as his lunch neared an end, he felt compelled to learn more about this maiden. He walked to her, nervous but forcing himself to walk as casually as possible before taking a hesitant seat opposite her. She blushed once again and placed down her book, looking him dead in the eye. Even the cold couldn't prevent beads of sweat forming upon his.