She dressed like a hippie chick when not at work, not even wearing make up or dress clothes. Bruce listened to her story in amazement. His work paid O... but, Carla made much more in her trade. He never suspected her as even working in a downtown office. She seemed like she worked at the bead store or coffee shop. Carla asked if it bothered him. Bruce shook his head. After all he had paid for sex a couple of times. It was not anything super or special but, he knew he was not the only one who. At nights he would dream of her. Dreams of heroism and gallantry with her in the role of a damsel in distress and he as the heroic rescuer. A gallant rescuer requiring nothing from his lady and often dying at her feet imagining her words: "Ah, who was that gallant and handsome hero who lost his life to defend my honor. Oh, now I'll never know his name!" But sometimes he didn't die. Instead she throws herself in his arms and in halting voice surrenders her purity to his ardent love.Then came. I yelped as his cock continued to punish my boy-pussy. "Shhhhh!" He must have roommates, I thought, and pulled away as I wouldn't have been able to keep quiet with him ram-rodding me like a two-bit whore. After that short pause he was back to punishing my fuck-hole with his hard man-missile. My sphincter was a little more stretched now and could take his pounding stick balls deep. There was still pain, but oh so pleasurable it was. I was in a state of ecstasy, being controlled and bulldozed and. Said she would be glad to. She asked me exactly how to do it and told me to lower my pants and underwear. As I thought about how she would do it, she kept her hand on my bare butt cheek. blood was flowing into my dick but I wasn’t quite hard. Also I didn’t feel too uncomfortable about my nakedness and my dick since she invited it.I told her that I wasn’t sure how to describe the butt rub. She asked me if I would show how to do it on her. I liked the idea and told her so. She removed her.