First, the red teddy she wore the first night we were together. And some stay up black fishnet stockings. Then the micro-mini skirt and high heels. An... I told her to put on ridiculously a lot of makeup. She looked like a whore who was obviously after just one thing, and I was going to be the one who gave it to the slut. But first there was one last special thing.I took a scarf and tied it gently over her eyes like a blindfold. She got into the role by asking for money, coaxing me to come over. The cock inside her was pounding her cunt, and despite herself she felt the first wave, deep inside her. It grew, and grew, then engulfed her, as she came, “oh my god she thought, I can’t enjoy this, I mustn’t,” but she did, she groaned, “fucking………hell, oh yesssssssss, faster, faster, ooooooooooow.”Her orgasm hadn’t begun to fade, when she felt a cock rub against her anus, she clenched it closed, held it tight. The lube did its job, and the cock slide slowly into her virgin arse. It hurt, it. “Oh my god, I love this dick,” she whispers out loud. I lick my lips and sit up more as she begins pumping the massive tool up and down. Her body rocks back and forth as the toy pumps softly, but fast. Her lips grip around the shaft like her hands, and the sounds follow as her juices flow. Her moans and screams get harder as she stares me in the eyes while trying to keep up the pace. Her arms begin shaking and slowing down as her screams stop and her head pushes against the back of the couch.. To: Misses Fatima Abboud The Living Room203 132nd Street SouthApartment 16Parkland, WA, 98444How did the letter writer know where I stood in my apartment? A lucky guess. It wasn't a big apartment. I had my bedroom, and Ranya had hers as dictated by Sharia law. Our husband slept in whosoever bed he felt like. There was one more room our daughters shared, two twin beds they crowded between. Then there was the living room, bathroom, and the kitchen. That was it.I blinked at the sender.From: Leanan.