"She opened the door, and a small person entered the room, wearing baggy blue jeans, a loose 'Rensselaer Poly' sweatshirt, and a brown baseball cap. T...ere were jaws that hit the floor -- their visitor was Eve McClellan, but dressed more or less like the Denis Riley they remembered she had once been! Jason didn't recognize her at first, and only put two and two together from the circumstances before the recognition snapped into place. Yes, there was more than a mild hint of Denis in that. Armisen’s suite on the twenty-first floor of the Four Seasons was new-money chique--spic and span and shiny.Carson took in the modern furniture, the sleek black wood floors, the glass fireplace. He looked out the window to a private balcony--palm trees fluttering in the wind. A perfect view of the glittering ocean.“So, this is it,” said Armisen, slipping his hands into his pockets with a casual shrug.Carson’s heart fluttered in his chest. He couldn’t stop himself. He blurted out, “Are you going. "- "Well, I don't care what you want anyway."I started to work it in and out, a little bit deeper with each thrust. Her screams where over. Her legs were still kicking every now and then but the only noise coming from her now was grunting and her breathing getting deeper. It took me a couple more minutes before I was balls deep in her, working most of my length on the slow, deep thrusts.- "Do you like it, slut?"- "Yes."- "So do I. You have a good little ass. And your husband is a fool for not. His cock was still hard as I looked up at him from the floor of the car. He looked at me and said “That was great. But I’m not quite finished with you yet.” He lifted me up and turned me around. He leaned forward and released my breasts and pinched my nipples. I could feel his cock getting hard again between my ass cheeks. He slid his cock up and down my slit before placing it at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed just the head into my cunt. He felt so big already and I knew I hadn’t even.