He was very thin, too, but with a wiry strength that Emi could feel first hand as he crushed her left tit viciously with his vice like fingers. She h...ld her breath, concentrating on dealing with the pain, trying not to fight it, but to relax into it and let it take her. Birch had moved round so that Emi could see him, never taking his eyes from hers. Mr. Smith let go of her, and nodded, apparently satisfied. Her heart was thudding against her ribs, and she drew a shaky breath. There was. Judging by their attire it was a mix of locals and tourists, mainly fellow Thames hikers. Music played in a juke box, a sound of a dozen or so conversations challenged the music box for noise. I nodded a few greetings whenever I made eye contact with patrons and walked to the bar.“My name’s Linda – I booked a room here online.” I said to the Landlady, a short, rotund lady in her fifties with a mop of dark hair that looked like a bird’s next stuck on her head. She smiled at me and walked over to. I rubbed her back gently, eliciting a moan from her sexy lips. I wrapped my hands around onto her sides, running up and down, brushing the sides of her heavy breasts every time. She kept moaning. "I'm done" I told her She turned around looking disappointed, but her face was flushed and red. "Truth or dare" I told her, rather than asking "Dare..." She whispered with a smirk "Alright, play with your self for 30 seconds." She just smiled. She pulled her shorts over and showed me her thong clad. ‘Oh, fuck, Megan, I’m going to…’ It was as if she was waiting for him. As the words spilled out he watched her trembling thighs tighten and her back arch, her fingers plowing one last time through her valley before thrusting inside of her, pumping almost violently until she gave a soft cry, her orgasm rolling through her even as he came, his cum spewing against the fence in thick globs. He milked it, releasing a second jet, and then a third, finally collapsing, his forehead pressed against the.