Last week – Thursday when I went for my jog, I stopped at my usual stopping area “my place” to relax and get some sun. I have a distinct look...– 51 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 145 pounds, Hispanic with darker skin, brunet hair – shoulder length, mouth that loves to suck cock and has acquired the taste for cum, breast size 36D with mouthful size nipples that love attention and are extremely sensitive, abdomen not fat, but enough cushion for some good pushing, dark well maintained pussy. Perhaps I even tried to pull away, I don't know. I don't remember. But I do know it didn't take me very long to kiss her back.My whole body and mind was awash with what was happening. I could barely register the fact of her warm wet pussy clenched over my cock. I hadn't penetrated her, she was just on her tip toes holding herself over it while she strained to kiss me. The heat and wetness from her was irresistible and I surged back up to my full hard length, reflexively moving it under her. Of course, a sex slave is not supposed to derive pleasure. My fault. After she humped me for good enough 20 min, she released me but only to pump her from her back while she bent like a bitch. Seeing no options to set myself free till the time this fucking “randi” satisfies herself, i started thumping her at a furious pace from behind. But this bitch was still not satisfied. She changed the position and wanted it in missionary. An indian “chhinaal” after all. Isn’it? Seeing no respite, i. He took my seat at the computer as I went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. When I came back and stood just to the left of him in the chair, I brought my hand up and placed it on his shoulder, then moved it to the base of his neck where I rubbed the skin at the opening of his t-shirt a few seconds before taking a deep breath and sliding my hand inside his shirt again, this time gliding it along his bare shoulders to his upper arm and back across the other side.He sighed and closed his.