I can only lay the blame on the painkillers that had been pumped into me for, within seconds, I had a raging erection and was now overtaken by a newer... more desperate need. “My, you are a naughty boy.” “I’m sorry, I ….” “Don’t apologize, we see a lot of things in our line of work, here, let me help.” I was expecting the ignominy of a cold towel, or something similar, and so it came as a surprise when she took me in hand and began to slowly rub me. Her hands were delicate, with long fingers,. Up to that point she thought it was just friendly conversation, but she began to think about him differently. Was he really flirting with her? Was she sending him signals? The more she thought about it the more she liked it. When she got back to the bar he had saved her a seat. Now they were sitting next to each other at the bar, but most of the original group had moved to an outside patio. She says she doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but she ended up with her hand on his crotch. This. .. There in the Messenger's arms, she had felt more and more alive; she had soared higher and higher, craving release but fearing that once it came she might never know this pleasure again.Stimulated by the Messenger's oral ministrations to her womanhood, driven higher and higher by the two fingers that slipped maddeningly in and out of her hot wet opening, she knew that she was... almost... there... And then the Messenger slipped another finger into her other opening.With a wail, her eyes. He must have been a good ten inches fully erect, bigger than anything she’d had before. Suddenly he spun her round and bent her over the table. “You like it from behind lady? Up your pussy while I slap your arse?” Tim, for that was his name, was only a young lad, but was eager to fuck my fifty year old wife doggy style!! As she was bent over the table with her big arse up in the air he started to spank her over and over. Harder he went till she cried out and her arse was red raw. “Just fuck me.