My breasts tightened with my raised arms and my painful nipple tugged. He kept walking round behind me. He caressed my bum as he walked past. I felt a...finger slip between my cheeks and into my cunt. I stiffened, wondering if he would notice the vicar’s nectar! He said nothing but finger fucked me a couple of times. Then, abruptly he whipped his finger from my passage and into my cream and come filled rectum!“Oh you awful dog, he was fucking you in the arse!” He pushed a second finger in and. Obviously, this was not going to be their usual romantic Friday evening rendezvous. He went on to assure her he had everything taken care of and that dinner could wait a little—adding that he had thought of nothing but her all week, and she was all he wanted. She giggled shyly, ‘Sounds interesting. I can’t wait.’ ‘I’ll be waiting for you,’ he whispered softly, adding, after a pause, ‘in the darkness.’ Because of the traffic, it was a long drive back home in the darkness of the late evening for. Irolled away from the hand on my shoulder and experienced a heartbeat ofvertigo as I fell off the couch and landed on the living room floor.Blinking rapidly, I sat up and looked around, trying to get my mindback into gear.I saw myself sitting on the edge of the leather sofa, concern on myface. For some strange reason, I was wearing a baseball cap and a blackwindbreaker jacket. My first thought was that maybe I'd startled myselfright into one of those out-of-body experiences people always. Right, Risa. Who I was supposed to get to know.I turned my head to look at her. I smiled at the tiny frown. That might have been shameless of me, but I didn’t care.She shook her head when she saw my smile, and then smiled a tiny smile herself.“Yes, she moves like poetry,” Risa agreed. I noticed that her English had suddenly improved. The accent was still there, but only a hint of it. I looked at her, my eyebrow arching.“Yes?” she asked.“Why pretend that you had difficulty speaking English?” I.