I could feel him position himself behind me and the natural urge was to tighten up. As he moved my legs into position I forced myself to relax. I do...’t want to feel tight to him. Can I take him? If I relax and don’t look then he will just take me, right?Well that’s not John’s style. He moved himself closer to me and I felt his cock playing with my hole. Then I felt what must have been a finger start to play with me, massaging me. Then two. Quickly entering me and pulling out. He’s. McKinnen had refused, but Moore insisted and left the money on the man's desk with the understanding that Lisa would be able to stay all night if she desired.There was little else anyone could do for her.A key rattled in the door and the Funeral Director, an austere gentleman, peered inside. His eyes were warm and brown and he offered Lisa the generous presence of sincere sympathy. She was sitting in the front row, wearing a pretty dress, blue and gold like her hair. She'd been crying, and she. He stuck his finger right into Susan's cunt and started to work it around. Her hairy fuck-hole was wet and slick and juicy. "This little cunt is really tight. Slippery too. Nice and wet and dripping. I'd like to get my big cock in your little pussy. I'd like to ram my big cock right up your tight little cunt and fuck you good." Yes, fuck me! I need you to fuck me!" Susan moaned again. It really drove her wild to feel the man's finger in her cunt. She wanted his big cock in her pussy even more,. Then he had another brainwave!Gordon did some phoning around, and sent some emails, contacting some of the people he had met in the city's BDSM community in the past, to find out who amongst them were still around and active, and where meetings took place nowadays. He reckoned it was time Brenda performed in front of an audience. So he sent Brenda an email saying she was to be dressed in her school uniform on Saturday evening, with no bra or vest on, just panties under the pink tunic and white.