“Uh sure, but I need your address,” I told him. He wrote it down and I blushed the whole time we talked praying that he doesn’t notice it. “Sa...urday, 12:00 noon, my place,” he said. He handed the piece of paper with his phone number and address. “See you soon,” I said hoping I didn’t sound gay. He went back to his desk and since today was only Thursday I had to wait two days minute by minute. I tried to think of ways to calm myself down when next to him. I had to tell my parents I was going to. ” A sound that might have come from either one of us. A sly hand reaches in and rubs my clit. I'm so wet he noise of our fucking fills the room. He stops. We sit up and I flip over. Shaking hands roam over the round flesh of my buttocks and creamy hips. I crouch on all fours and claw at the bed with unsteady hands. He pulls my rear towards his waiting, distended cock, one foot planted on the floor. Re-entry into my slit is swift and blissful. He parks in my pussy and I rock back against him,. She slowly lubricates her dildo with jelly, sliding her hand up and down the dildo with a sensual grip. She then rubs the remaining jelly between my asscheeks, slipping a lubricated finger up into my asshole. She then mounts up behind me and presses the tip of her dildo to my asshole. "Get up, slave dog, so I can penetrate you deeply!" she cries, pulling my chains. I obediently respond, getting up on all fours, arching my back and spreading my legs. "Good slave, Bill! Now I will fuck you until. You tell me you’re at the office and attach a picture of your sloppy desk for proof. I smile as I see the clutter that surrounds you. You are a busy young man, but still make time to talk to me. “Good morning, my man!” I reply back. I call you “my man” and you never say otherwise. Five hours later, I’m “tucking” you in bed. “Talk tomorrow,” I say and you send me my favorite emoticon, the smiley face with hearts for eyes. I send the same one back to you. We are speaking the same language. I go.