“Why am I like this?” she asked herself out loud. “I don’t want to be made to do all these things? Why does it turn me on so much? What is wro...g with me? How long can I go on like this? What will I do if Roger finds out about all this?” She stood crying for several minutes before going into the bathroom and washing her face. She came back into the living room, put her dress on, shoved her wet panties into her purse, retrieved Roger’s mail, and left for home.Wednesday came quickly. Too quickly. UUUUH " exploding deep inside her, streams of cum splashing inside her I lay atop her resting. Once our breathing had slowed she asked, " now that you've fucked me let me finish the laundry." Once the laundry was in the dryer I pressed myself against her again, hard and ready for the next round. " Mmmm baby, you smell so good. I haved missed you." I lifted her up onto the dryer, spreading her legs open. I kneeled down started sucking her clit. I brought her to another explosive climax very. As the coat crumpled into a heap, glossy leathern wings stretched up from where they had been pinioned by the coat and lifted gently back into the shadows behind her.The man's most primal urges surged through his brain. This apparition seemed to have walked out of his most erotic dreams, and his most horrifying nightmares. She matched his innermost image of the perfect woman: from the cut of her hair, to the exact shade of her skin, and even the precise blend of curves and toned muscles he. ..but I was planning what to say to my friend, which hotel to book, where to stay...etc etc....She figured out that I am not sleep and told me...don't worry too much...we will have good time and slowly made her my hands touch her boobs.I pulled my hands and said, it's a bus and few people might still be awake.coming straight to the climax of the story, we checked into a hotel in early morning on Friday and got into our room. She went inside bathroom and I was checking her from back....She had.