Victor thought there would have been more people on the garden tour on a day like today, but he hadn’t seen a single soul since he had parked his ol... beater about a mile back. As he walked, he saw a small placid pond choked with leaves fallen from a gathering of oaks, huddled around the pond like a Savannah watering hole. To his right, Victor saw a refurbished bird bath tipped carelessly and never righted. It didn’t seem like people came back here often to fix anything. Looking into the glassy. She sighed again.? ?Alright then, for fifty.? I turned and walked back to the bedroom andlay down, waiting for her.? She followedslowly, still wearing her thong. ?Get that fucking thing off.?? I barked at her.? She flinched and quickly shed the item.? I opened my bathrobe and said, ?Why don?tyou get to work again, and then when I?m ready, you can go on top.? I always wanted to fuck your tight littlecunt.? She gasped in shock, thenslowly moved over to me.? Once again shestarted to nibble at my. Still only 19, I was a good girl, I was really was. But one night he got pushy and then aggressive. I can’t, or won’t even put into words exactly what happened, but at the time I thrilled to feel his hand on my head, forcing me down onto him. The strength of my response scared me, and I felt dirty even as I touched myself afterwards and through the rest of that long night. It doesn’t really matter now, because after many years of practice I have my self-control back. And that’s how it will. I pull him tight to me. My breasts against his back. He is awake now, and he can feel my new cock pressing against his ass cheeks. ‘What, honey?’ he stammers out. ‘Shush,’ I say. ‘Stay still. Just relax.’ I reach down lower with my hand and find his cock. I just hold it, no stroking. As I cradle it, it grows in my hand, and I continue to nibble on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he is as hard as he was last night when he was pounding me silly. I let go and move my hand away. I open up the.