“It’s not even CLOSE to all of the way in!”, she complained. “I’m too small! No more will fit!”“It doesn’t need to!” I practically s...outed. “It feels amazing... just keep going. NOW.” She stopped complaining, threw her head back, arched her back and continued. She kept at it in long strokes, squeaking a bit each time she bottomed out. I placed my hands on her chest completely covering both tiny tits and let her nipples pass through the area between my thumbs and my hand, squeezing slightly and. Grabbing mypurse I dropped the room key cards in (I requested a duplicate in theevent I had a problem with one as I would not want be caught locked outof the room enfemme). Next I placed my makeup in the purse and glancedat the clock. It was only 7:45 PM so I had 75 minutes to kill. I wouldhad loved to had a drink to calm the nerves but did not want to take achance on driving with liquor on my breath. The timing of this eventwas great as the fall days were getting shorter and I would have. "Well," I finally said. "I'm going to take a shower and get rid of all my swan feathers.” Sarah perked up and gushed: “I saw the ballet last night and I thought it was one of the most romantic things I’ve ever seen. I cried all the way home. I hated Odile.” “Everyone does, but it is a very sexy role to dance; it’s nothing but raw seduction. It even makes me aroused when I’m really into the role.” I walked to our bedroom, which also contained the master bathroom and shut the door behind me. I. . Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt a hand reach round my front from behind to take hold of it. “Guess who?” I was already growing increasingly hard against the mystery girls hand. I turned round. Standing there was Etta. “E-Etta…er…what….what are you after?” She didn’t even answer, pushing me down onto the toilet seat, while searching the.