He pointed it at a black poster on the wall and switched it on. A red spot appeared with 'TW' in bold black letters in the middle."Check that out, Ang...e," said Daniel.Angie stared at the spot and her face blanked, her mouth hanging half open. I turned to ask Daniel what was going on, but he put a finger to his lips and mouthed that I should wait. After a moment, Angie snapped back to life."The Whore Signal," she said in a soft, melodramatic voice, "The city is in trouble." Excuse me, Sir," she. Things got to a point that if I didn't ask I would always regret it, so when we met a weeks ago for lunch it was my priority to ask her if I could cook her dinner, a big smile on her face followed by about time said it all.So the date was set, off I went shopping for food and wine making sure I got everything I needed, in the shower and groomed myself, trimming my pubic hair making my cock nice and smooth, exited but not knowing what would happen.She knocked the door at 7.30 and when I opened. As you were," she ordered, reaching inside my jeans to unbutton them and yank them down.She squirmed back on the bed, peeling off her shirt with one hand and furiously working her clit with the other. I stood there confused for just a minute at what was before me. This beautiful woman was down to a sports bra and ankle socks, fingering a bald and soaking wet pussy, begging to be fucked. And her belly was swollen with someone else's baby. How bizarre? But at the same time, it was provocative and. She nibbles his lower lip, feeling his need strengthening beneath her. Alfonse redoubles his efforts, gasping her close. Rasping, his broad arms encircle her shoulders in an entreaty, 'Fuck Me' his eyes implore, within them the golden flecks are burning.She shuffles her hips, ensuring when she slides home, she is in control. He's so strong, crafty, and needful that her upper-hand lasts only a few, short strokes. Beneath her, his great body musters it's energies. He holds her gaze intently as.