An Eager Slut. The Mystery Man wastes no time and picks up speed, grabbing Clara’s hair and yanking it as he leans in close and asks if she likes it...rough. Dramatic irony. Of course she likes it rough. Do your job. What happens next.Clara #6 answers anyway, begging for it faster and deeper. She wants to feel well-used, and why would a Good Man deny her such a thing? But he’s not done yet. The Mystery Man wants one more thing. He wants poetic justice. He first found her because she was on. Itwas so sexy and beautiful that I was totally pissed - both that shewas wearing it for Chad and that I wasn't. It was a short, straplesswhite lace bustier dress, with contrasting black lace at the midriffwith a ribbon sash, full skirt and contrasting black lace trim and awhite petticoat. Debbie wore a ruby pendant necklace and had on three-inch black pumps. Everywhere Debbie went tonight, men would be oglingher. And all I could do was sit here alone and stew. I wishedtomorrow would hurry up. On cue, the other half returned home from work. I stood up and greeted her with a kiss and a semi on. She smirked and asked if 'he'd' missed her today. I smiled and said I would show her later on.She sat ate her dinner then we went to bed.I remember laying there, feeling her tongue against my swollen cock, the sensation as she tongued the underside of my dick, before sucking and lashing my glans in the way she does best. Her big eyes, staring right into mine. Cupping my balls whilst jerking me. Heclimbed in and ensured all the doors were locked. He pressed hisearpiece deeper into his ear trying to hear what was going on.Fred jumped when he heard rather clearly a deep man's voice, "Trixie whatthe hell are you doing?" Oh hi, Tom. I'm about to slide my friends pole up my hole. What do youthink I'm doing?" Get off him; you know all tricks are to be run through me." But Tom, I promised Steffi he would get the fucking of a life time.Look he has a nice stiffy."Steve freaked out, even in.