"I hear that there is an ancient fair held each year in a place called Little Sprodwell. This is a festivity which has roots going far back into the p...gan and pre Celtic past of this country where each year is re-enacted an ancient pagan sacrifice of a young maiden as an appeasement of the fertility gods." Bollocks!" said Professor Potts-Johnson in his reedy and querulous tones. "And the full name of that one-horse arse hole of the universe is Little Sprodwell under Fosse - God help us all!" I. .NOW... like five minutes ago...Over bearing SOD.It was always about upping the performance for Hugh Davis; the boss; the performance... he was a bonus driven arsehole. No thanks given to Alex his foreman for keeping the project on time and out of the prohibitive financial penalties of not meeting the contract deadline.Alex left the boss with the architect on the seventh floor, he had to scrutinize and get ready to sign off on the finished fourth floor of the inner city car park. My girlfriend moaned with pleasure.Then I used another favorite toy up her ass: a double ended dildo. I pushed it with both hands and fucked her ass with a fury.Laura started to cry; begging me to stretch her asshole harder.I went deep and shallow, I made some kind an angle and I added more oil to her now red asshole. I fucked her good, as she screamed like crazy.I took out the Black Master from her cunt and shoved my fingers; to take care of her swollen clit. I rubbed it hard, as I kept. Cole had prepared my spark and me an occasion field-bed, to which we retired, and there ended the night in one continued strain of pleasure, sprightly and uncloyed enough for us not to have formed one wish for its ever knowing an end. In the morning, after a restorative breakfast in bed, he got up, and with very tender assurance of a particular regard for me, left me to the composure and refreshment of a sweet slumber; waking out of which, and getting up to dress before Mrs. Cole should come.