I got ready and took an off from my work and met her. She did all the arrangements, like putting her son to bed and came to meet. We went on a long dr...ve. We parked the car on the corner of an isolated road. We started to talk about our chat and other stuff.In no time, I grabbed her and smooched her. She was not expecting this. She was shocked with her eyes wide open for the initial few seconds. But then she was all in, and we smooched for almost 6 -7 minutes. Then we parted, sat, and we. She looked me up and down and laughed. She called me a whore's whore and went into the building.The room was on the third floor and I had a hard time with the stairs. The men kept pushing their hands against my huge ass, pushing me up. I lost my balance twice and fell on the steps, bruising my arm. When we got upstairs, they started right in, pulling off everything but the corset and boots. When they saw my cunt, swollen and bright red, they stepped back. One of them wanted to call it off but. Our little arrangement seems to work perfectly, doesn’t it? You enjoy wrapping your hands around my neck roughly from time to time, just to prove that I can play the strong independent woman all I want, in the bedroom you are the fucking boss. And not only I like the dark path, we’re leisurely strolling down on, but I look at you with a little girl’s innocence and ask ‘why are your eyes so big?’ and encourage you with ‘show me those big teeth again, wolf.’That would be enough for you, wouldn’t. When I was about 16, I had taken up cycle racing and used to go with him to club sessions and meetings. I therefore used to spend a lot of time at the shed looking after my bike. I occasionally used to have mutual wanking sessions with Uncle George where we would either jerk off in front of each other or wank each other until we both came.One day, I went to the shed and found the door locked. I had a key so I let myself in and then heard noises from the back room which Uncle George had turned.