And again her body responded, pulsing in rhythm with her "thank yous." “Oh, no!” she panicked. “Not again! Not this way!” She tried to focus ...n her stinging buttocks, on her sore, ravaged bottom hole. on how he was humiliating her, but could not prevent the rising tide within her. It ebbed and flowed, like waves on a beach. Higher.. and higher.. the tension unbearable and yet still she struggled to hold it back. Her tormentor was also close. His thrusts came quicker, more insistent. Incoherent. “Tom, I am sooooo wet for you right now.” He turned his face to look straight into my eyes, I saw that glint, and he saw the same in my eyes. Our thighs touched each others, scissored, as we sat opposite each other. I brushed my hand along the outside of his thigh, there was no need for me to look at his crotch; I knew the affect I was having on him. “Come on,” was all he needed to say. We drained our drinks, I grabbed my bag and coat and he took my hand, as we headed for the stairs. He had. ”A smirk plays on his lips. “You’re still wearing the dress that I saw you in last,” he says. It is a short yellow sundress with two straps that run over her shoulders, halter style that is tied at the back of her neck. And of course she has no panties. She wore panties for the clientele she normal picked up, for him she took them off.“And I always will,” he says. “Why don’t you come back here with me?”“You’re not real,” he smirks.“Am I not?” she counters, slipping away from the man to lean. "This is a nice car, Ethan," she said."It was my grandfather's." Looks like it belongs to you."Ethan just nodded and stared at her out of the corner of his eye. One of her long legs kicked up and her backside moved side to side. Mrs. Thorn was not like the girls he knew. Her chest was much bigger and she had longer legs than any of those girls. He badly wanted to touch Mrs. Thorn, to see how her body felt."You probably can't wait to drive it, can you?" Mrs. Thorn said as she moved around to the.