..ahhhhh...ahhhhhh...mmmmm,” Sadia moaned like a slut. “I am cumming….dont stop you bastard!” she pleaded and violently came into my finger - ...hich now was glistening with all her pussy goo. Curious, I took the finger and licked it off. She looked at me and said, "Fuck me, bastard!" She got up and stripped off the remainder of her clothing, and she sat on one of the chairs. She spread her legs wide and hung them on the handles of the chair and ordered me to strip off.The sight in front of me. “Thank you…..soooo much,” she manages to slur. “No problem,” I say shortly, “Buckle up.” “Yeshur,” she says, with a half-hearted attempt to give an ironic salute from her position lying in the back seat, legs strewn hither and thither around the passenger door. She sits up and one of her dress shoulder straps fall revealing a black lace bra. She reaches for the seat belt over her shoulder, spreading her legs as she did so. I forced myself to turn and look back through the front windshield and. ‘That was amazing, Manuel. It really was.’ ‘Oh, we are not finished my dear. That was but an aperitif. The Champagne before the banquet.’ Manuel reached down and retrieved her forgotten panties from the ground. ‘I have a room reserved on the 47th floor. I imagine that you will want to take your leave from that party shortly after I go.’ With a devious smiled he slipped her panties into his jacket pocket. ‘You may have these back when you meet me there.’ ‘You have a room here? Why didn’t you say. After the 5th year dad quit paying alimony and the visits stopped completely. I hadn’t seen my female family in a decade.I was 25, working on a small work boat and living the life of a bored, lonely single man. I’d had girlfriends since I was 16 and wasn’t a stranger to the wiles and pleasures of the female of our species but lately I’d been living alone and unloved. I didn’t really mind. I’d dated almost every girl of my generation in the small town but not a one of them could keep my.