The butterflies in my stomach were doing somersaults as I waited. The door finally opened and before me stood a vision of pure beauty. Wearing 6 inch ...iller heels on her feet, her legs encased in shear black nylon, a black tight satin pencil skirt and scarlet red satin blouse. Her make-up was flawless and her he blond hair flowing freely over her shoulders. “Strip” was all she said as I closed the door. I was told in her message that if I spoke just once the session would be over & I would. It turned him on to watch. He then stuck in two fingers. This made her gasp more.. from surpise and from pleasure. He looked at her again. Her eyes were closed and her face was scrunched up. Not from disgust, but from feeling the strong fingers inside of her. Three fingers. This made her scream a little combined with a muffled moan that she tried to hide by stuffing her face into the pillow. "Mmm baby, how many fingers can you take?" he asked her. Four fingers. "Agghh, Oh God!" she. His strong spurt triggered her own orgasm. She moaned loudly. Her back arched and her hands grasped his hair. "I want your dick," she said again. "It's already yours," he said, laying back on the bed again with his cock still inside of her. He thrusted into her a few more times before pulling out. Arthur looked into her eyes and noticed they were back to their green color. She smiled at him. And then it came back. Her thoughts were replaced by sexual ones. Arthur. " She could hear him growl before he turned away to go back into the bathroom. At that moment it was a chess game for her and her statement was equivalent to a pawn taking a knight. She had outmaneuvered him, but it served him right. There was no reason for him to be so nasty; he had been the one out late. He had been the one who woke her up. Besides, was it a bad thing to have your fiancée want to rip off your towel and fuck you in the bathroom? She didn't think so. "Hmpf," she huffed while.