She asked me to shave, which I happily agreed to before our first experience. We were still in my car and started making out heavy (something we had ...lready done a lot of) before she put my hand into her bra where I first discovered what a woman's bare breast felt like, so soft yet so firm. After a whole lot of that and frenching she undid her jeans and I put my hand on her pussy over her panties. She was so wet, I could already feel it with them still on. I told her how hot it was, to which. Eventually after struggling to find a job that suited I opted for industrial security and working days Monday to Friday, but the money Wasn,t great as we were saving for our own house so asked for more hours which included night work. Eventually got a job in an office block working with Sam another married man who like me seldom saw his wife or two c***dren though unlike me he Didn,t want any more k**s where Sarah and I wanted a family. One evening as I popped into the men,s toilet I was. “You’ll fucking thank me for that, slut. It’s what whore’s like you deserve,” he said spanking me again.“Thank you Master”, I said, feeling my ass cheeks glow as he delivered blow after blow. There was a pause and I was taken completely off guard as he suddenly rammed his huge cock into my pussy. “Ohhhh!” I screamed, “Thank you Master,”He fucked me from behind, thrusting his cock into my slippery pussy. I could feel every inch of him inside me, my tight pussy was stretched to fit him all. Stuck out her chin. Nodded. 'Yes?' she beseeched. I shrugged. Held out my palms. Shook my head. 'No.' She sighed. 'Through body language!' Long lashes fluttered and lust suddenly overflowed from her deep blue eyes. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip leaving a glistening sheen in it's wake. She sighed, began to emit short squealing breaths then ran her fingers, her taut splayed beautifully-manicured fingers, across her heaving breasts. Fuck. A quote sprung from somewhere or maybe I just made.