Obviously we liked each other and trusted each other but there were no emotional constraints, we didn’t have to worry about the practicalities of a ...ull on relationship we were in it for one thing only sex, the more perverted the better. I would always go to visit her at her comfortable detached house in the countryside, we didn’t live far from each other, only a 15 minute drive, so sometimes we met mid week but mostly it was weekends. I would drive over on a Friday night and then go back home. And now the cool lawyerly facade began to crack as he quickly got into a ferocious rutting motion. He’d been suppressing a hard-on all morning, from the moment Matt had delivered the folder that contained a sampling of photos showing Sally’s sexual talents. Sally lay back on the desk and let Robert do the work. She rolled her hips to make sure every bit of his cock hit all of her hot spots. It wasn’t easy, but Robert helped out by seeming to hit her clit with every inward stroke. She could. " Wendy felt himself regain control of his body. Not that it did him much good, strapped to a table and at the mercy of Christina and her accomplices."You fucking bitch. You fucking bloody bitch, what have you done? Have you drugged me? Is that it?" My, what a rant. Would you like to be quiet and let me tell you what's happening or would you like me to shut you up again?" Let me go you fucking cow and bring Jen back or I'll..." SILENT SLUT." Wendy still had control of her body, such as it was.. She looked embarrassed and nervous, but just gave me a quick nod. I slid my fingers under the edges of both her pants and panties and slowly slid them down to her ankles. “Step out of them.” I instructed. She did so with slight hesitation. With my left hand anchored on her hip, I ran my right hand up along her thigh, enjoying the warmth of her skin. “I feel a little bad that you didn’t get to finish. It was rude of me to stop you.” My fingers slid along her pussy lips. “You’re soaking wet. You.