This continued through all the outfits. I had no idea what the last outfit was supposed to be used for, but it was the one that I was most waiting to ...ee. The top looked like a combination of a sports bra and a halter top, the bottoms almost like bikini bottoms. It was made out of a cotton material that didn’t seem to be swimwear type material. When she came out wearing this outfit, my jaw hit the floor. I couldn’t believe how stunning she looked. She did her normal modeling walk and. She was starting to unbutton my shirt as I began pulling her top off. I got her top off and started pulling her tights down. Her tights were soaked in her crotch area.I drove two fingers into her pussy as fast as I could. She shoved my fingers deeper and came immediately continuing to hump my fingers. She pushed me down on the cold unyielding marble floor pulling my pants down to my ankles. She almost jumped onto my erect penis. She came again. She didn’t slow down. She started humping and. My back arches. I am now straight and stock still, my head an even plane from the top of my hair, dangling down around my face (now hidden) past my neck, down my back. The only place my body curves at any but the straightest of angles is at the natural curve of my full and ripe ass. Roughly, he enters me. My body goes limp under the skin, my muscles and bone offering no resistance to this violation. Over the skin, I am bent at the waist, 90 degrees of fear, stock still, only my fingers now. I smiled and told her about my Bangkok experience (the story had not been published yet by then hence she did not know about it). I asked her the same she said she had not been with a guy since her husband stopped sleeping with her which was two years back. She asked me to describe my Bangkok experience to which I said once it is published she can read but she kept forcing me and then I explained it to her about how scared I was at first and then how I became a bit more open about it.Then her.