I can be bad." Rachel shoved her hand in her panties and fingered herself as she held him in her gaze, bright eyes pleading for a response. Marcus s...ared, sure she was trying to communicate, but completely clueless as to what she was saying. Rachel's lips parted, and she stroked her clit hard. “I just wanted to know that I’m yours to use. I could call you Sir or Master. Whatever you prefer.”“Rachel, stop.” Marcus took a seat on the bed and stayed her wrist. “What’s going on? Talk to me.. You got me sooo hott i had to put my whole fist in my pussy." "Well... ummm, do you wanna make both of our fanisties come true?" "Ummmmmm... if you want to." "Lets get at it!!!" They went at it with a will. First I took off my clothes very slowly almost teasing her. Then when i finally get them off we started feeling eachother all over. Her hand went all over my face and down my neck. Then her fingers made it to my breasts. They carrised my nipples and she began sucking them. It felt soooo. Pulling her arms closer to the bed posts, he takes her right hand and applies a handcuff to her wrist. Strolling over to the left side of the bed he locks her other hand in place. Walking back to the end of the bed where they originally started; he climbs on the bed hovering over her back half. He reaches for Sam’s skirt and starts to unbutton the catholic uniform. Throwing her skirt off the bed he reaches for the white blouse and unbuttons her top one by one. To her surprise he finally says. " A moment later, "you're really big..." Or deep, or hard, or some other compliment. Or "mmm, it's been a while, can you tell?" He can't, but he says "yeah" anyway.He knows he can't possibly compete with the last guys to fuck her. The 33 year old ex boyfriend with the gym body and a younger man's stamina. The 28 year old she met at the gym and fooled around with for a couple of weeks. The local guy she picked up at a coffee shop, with the hot car, fat wallet, and big dick. He knows that this is.