“Honey,...” I pleaded with her gently through the door, “I'm sorry. I realize this is all my fault. I'm so sorry I got so upset about it.” No ...nswer. “I hope the sandwich was okay. I tried to make it like you like it.” No answer. So I went back downstairs, expecting I'd be sleeping on the couch. About an hour later, I was dozing when I heard her come out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom again.I went upstairs to find the bedroom door still closed. One last try. I knocked gently. “Anyone want. "My name is Melva, Im a makeup consultant , I see you have healthy skin, I would love to show you our new lipstick line" she says. I can tell from her accent she is Caribbean. I take the card but tell her I dont wear makeup. She tells me she will give me a free facial and show me how to keep my skin healthy. Like most people when I heard free, I considered the offer. anyway, we scheduled the facial for the following evening as I was off work that day. She arrived at 7 like she said. . Frans sent me a short video of him stroking his big uncircumcised cock and I got daring and sent him a picture of myself fingering my soaking wet pussy.I continued pleasuring myself and I soon entered two fingers into my pussy and rubbed up and down my g spot bringing myself to climax once more before saying good night to Frans and falling asleep.The next morning after dropping my daughter off at school I went home and had a shower and once clean and dried I put my gown on and went downstairs. “Please, please stop!” she begged, and gasped in relief as she felt him start to withdraw his member from her. It slid all the way out, but his hands still held her hips, and she thought her ordeal was finally over, even though he was still behind her. “No, no, no more, please, I’m begging you!” she sobbed, as she felt it going back inside. The pain was much less as it slid back into her body, and by his third stroke she was beginning to feel sensations much different than she had ever expected.