The invited us more drinks and soon Marisa realized that I was loving the attention from the two guys and so, she decided to go. After Marisa left, bo...h guys suggested we could go to their place for more drinks. Once there, they made some cocktails and told me they had a very nice Jacuzzi there.They insisted we should try the hot water; so, both guys got to their boxers whilst I stripped off to my white cotton tiny thong. The only problem was I was not wearing any bra; but the guys said I could. I knew from the minute Harold walked in my door that he was going to fuck me before he left. He warned me he would. But he also guaranteed me I'd love it. So I finished fixing the the supper, served it and ate it with him, all the time telling myself that I wanted what was obviously going to happen. I think by the time I cleared away the dishes I was actually looking forward to it. The problem was, Harold was infernally nice. He would talk nasty about what he was going to do to me in the nicest. Usne apana sir walkway ki or kiya tha aur mai window ki or sir rakh ke so raha tha.Ab mere ander ka shaitaan jagane laga maine aunty ko touch karane ki sochane laga. Maine pana ek taang ko moda aur unki birth me sata diya. Train chalne ke karan jhake se baar baar unka sarir mijhse touch ho raha tha. Fir thodi der ke baad maine apne heals ko bhi utha diya aur unke thigh me sata diya. Mai bus mujhe le ratha esa adhe ghante tak chata raha us samay mai yahi soch raha tha ki Aunty jag raha hai yaa. Bitch, I mean it, you better not come."It was coming home to Sara. She would be a slave. She would be this older woman's sex slave. The bed she shared with her husband, even the dress she wore at her wedding, nothing was sacred. She should say no. No way. No how. Fuck you, you old bitch. Yet, her pussy was hotter than ever before. She needed this all her life, yet she never knew it till this moment. "Please," Sara begged."Please, what?" Mrs. Anderson asked."Please ma'am. May I come now?" Not.