Hechanged the wheel in about 5 minutes. “Would you like to come to my cottage and get a bitcleaned up?” he asked, pointing to a farm worke...scottage across the road. I agreed and off we went. Thecottage was small but neat. He said his name was Pauland he was a farm worker. “The only black farm worker in Worcestershire!!” and weboth laughed.We were standing quite close together and he reachedout and cupped my boob. I looked up at him stunned. No-one except my husband had. ’‘I’m only interested in getting you hard, lover. For me.’‘Well, you should consider that a mission accomplished. Please tell me why you’re dressed like a common slut. Not that I’m complaining.’She gave her enigmatic and extremely sexy smile again, my cock throbbed as she stared at the now very obvious lump in my trousers.‘I wanted to have a little fun before we end up in the shower and my bed, is that okay?’‘I’m up for anything as long as I don’t have to hurt you, even mildly, I don’t do. Stranger was moaning now, gloating drunkenly in his pleasure."Ohhh yeah..." he was saying. Out-in. Out-in. Out-in. "Your bitch has some hot mouth... mmmmm..." He kept looking right at me, too. It was my property he was screwing, as he saw it. And for whatever reason, he wanted to humiliate us both. "Aaah... aah! I'm gonna cum...!" he cried, almost desperate-sounding, tightening his hold into fistfuls of her silky hair. "I'm gonna..." butr he didn't get it out until: "Ohhhhhh god!" Oh god. I saw. Dave had moved his hands under my thighs, lifting them up as I felt a strange but highly erotic feeling of his tongue entering me.He worked my arse with his tongue until I wanted his cock inside me again! I reached for his head pulling him up my body begging him " I want that cock in me, fuck my arse!" he squeezed some lube on my hole as he knelt between my legs that he made me hold against my chest, sliding entirely inside me as I pulled his face to mine, kissing hard and deep with his cock.