The he rose and swooped my blouse off of my shoulders and I let it fall. I remember him walking me backward, bit by bit, until we had left the 'suite'...part of my room and were then standing in the bedroom. His lips were a blur as they rove over my breasts, my lips, my shoulders, my arms, and then back again. Something went off in my head that I was supposed to remember. I couldn't think and was dealing with the anxiety of what was happening and then I was also dealing with the fact that I. Lisa's divorce was of the second type. Visiting Amsterdam to cuckold her soon to be ex-husband and take the stage in a sex club in the closing hours of her marriage was Lisa's way of saying a giant 'Fuck you!' to the controlling creep and his stupid mind games. After an early morning flight on the cheapest of cheap economy airlines and an afternoon spent sightseeing, I could have happily remained in the hotel, read a book and gone to sleep early. But Lisa insisted: We had come here on a. "I assume you're wondering why I requested this particular arrangement, young lady." I can ask?" Certainly, and I'll tell you. I thrive on danger. I've hunted big game in Africa. That's closed to me now. They fear all the big game animals will be killed off. So, I turned to racing. That is a never ending thrill for me, but I want something extra. This is it."He slipped on racing gloves and then unzipped his fly. A huge cock snapped into the girl's line of sight. She licked her lips, and not. I pushed one finger in between her swollen pussy lips and against her pussy hole. Mamatha gasped as I slid my fingers into her- first one, slowly in and out.Then another finger, two at a time, slowly, torturously slowly into her tight pussy and back out again. I tongued her breasts and made her go wild as I slid the two fingers back into her. Mamatha panted and whispered: “Do it faster and quickly …fuck me…fuck me with your fingers…..deep inside……still deep……Uuuggrrhhhh.”I slid my two fingers.