“Look straight up. He’s pulled your hole right overyour mouth. it’s just a few inches away. See how someof his come is leaking out o... you because he squirteda huge load inside, and it’s being forced out aroundhis tool. It’s dripping on you. Now get ready for alot more as he pulls out. There, that went into yourmouth and your nose, but none got in your eyes.“Now for some more cumfart cocktails. Do you feel theair I’m squirting into you with my bulb. I noticed an envelope had been stuffed carelessly in the letterbox. I’d already had one letterbox flap pulled off its hinges and this one looked to be another victim of that careless young man who passed off as a Royal Mail postman.I pulled the padded envelope from the letterbox and checked that the flap was still intact. It was thankfully. I held the package between my teeth and placed my key in the lock and went in. I put my bag down immediately and tore open the package. Inside, wrapped. I caught one of her nipples in my mouth and continue stroking her pussy. Then I looked deeply in her eyes. "Did you let someone else fuck my pussy?" I demanded. She looked down and nodded. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up. "You don't nod. You answer me when I ask you a question. Did you let someone else fuck MY pussy?" "Yes," she said. "And did you ask permission first?" "No." "Why not? Is it because you're such a slut that you needed to get fucked so bad? And you were. . I can't, really!« But I just smile at her and relax against the wooden bench, whilst good and evil fight a crucial battle in her mind. Then she comes around: »Okay, but only if you let me go!« »Of course I will let you go - afterwards!«, I calm her troubled heart. And with trembling finger she opens her jacket and slips it off. She wears a tight white shirt that shows the arousing contours of an even tighter brassiere underneath. I'm full of tense anticipation. She struggles out of the shirt.