"Her breathing was steady but speeding up he was watching her face withinterest, she was facing the camera head back resting on the leather chair, her...yes were closed, mouth relaxed while she was talking and cheeks becomingflushed partly from the request and partly from the actions which she wasperforming. He could feel in himself the stirrings of an erection and repositioned himselfin his trousers; he could relieve himself later thinking about this for now hisattention had to be on her and the. I struggled feebly but could not seem to make a sound in protest.I was bent over the table and I let out a deep moan of shock andpleasure as his dick entered me. his rod parted flesh I had never had, Itfelt so strange but so good at the same time. my tits were pressed intothe rough wood of the table as my jewelery jingled with each thrust. Hiscock in my slit and his body slamming against my full ass, I was lost inthe pleasure of it, the overwhelming sensation of it all. I gripped thetable. ?Is that all?? he asked, and I tried to free my hands again. ?Stop trying to escape; you’re mine.? he ordered. ?Yes, Matthew.? He smiled very seductively and though I found it getting harder to breathe with his weight crushing my chest, I did not want him to move. ?I’m going to get up; you will not move.? ?Yes, Matthew.? He rose up off of me, releasing my wrists, releasing my chest and I inhaled the precious oxygen gratefully. ?I know you have no. ‘Well, I’m not much of a wine connoisseur but a good English draft sounds fine to me,’ he said, waving to a waiter. Quickly, a glass of dark beer was delivered sporting a thick head of foam. ‘Learned to like it when I was stationed overseas.’ he said. ‘Took a long time to get used to drinking it warm though.’ He smiled, his lips parting slightly and showing teeth white and straight, his mustache glistening with the slightest trace of foam. I wondered if it still would tickle if we kissed. A.