She'd dared not look at John as she was undressing but she risked a glance now and noted with dismay the grin on his face and the look of lust in his ...yes as he looked his work colleague up and down.Quickly Tracey climbed into the trunk which was surprisingly deep and as she gingerly settled down into it's depths she was sure she saw the driver casually drop her clothes into a rubbish bin before the trunk was unceremoniously shut plunging her into darkness.Well John might not thought it was too. It's so long and I wonder how deep I can let him go.He holds his hard black cock against my hungry hole. He starts pushing it slowly. I'm so excited and horny that I start trembling and shaking. It might also be the fear. Fearing his strong powerful cock. I whisper to him "Take me". I can feel his breath on my ear. Then it's his tongue. Then it's on my neck. He is licking my neck as he pushes his black cock into my hole. It is stretching my hole, but doesn't really hurt. He took his time. I am the woman who went to Chicago to fuck a Russian concert pianist and his juicy Chinese page turner. Remember? I am also the woman who afterwards whispered "I love you" to her husband while rinsing her lover's fresh sperm from her cunt.By now you must find me disgusting.Please don't think I'd care less. I am not a masochist. I love to be liked. But yes, your disgust won't stop my desire to fuck outside my marriage. It is the spice of my life. Losing it would turn me into the most boring of. The truth was, I just loved touching her feet, or having her feet touch me. I couldn't help but to tickle her a little bit. She never liked that and didn't like it this time either."Hey, we've been over this, no tickling," she put on the record."Sorry, I just can't help it. I like making you laugh," I replied.She gave me a look."I'll give you one more chance. What are you after?" she wanted to know."Nothing, I just love your feet. You know that," I told her.I brought her foot to my face, and I.