Knowing she about to come, and not wanting simply to be finger-fucked, darling Jan rolled atop the fancy-fucking bartender, straddled his cock and def...ly slipped it inside her cunt."Fuck me, Davis, fuck me!" she cried, beginning to ride up and down his long shaft of fuck-meat. "Fuck me until I come, and then shoot me full of your cream! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"She put her hands flat on his chest and rotated her hips around and around, at the same time up and down, so that the sensations produced on. Soon it is at her mound and I can feel the soft hairs covering her cunt. I go lower and feel her heat and dampness on my fingers. My finger tip explores and caresses her clit and outer lips. Then tentatively, that finger slips between her pussy lips. She moans "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and her breathing gets faster & she kisses me more aggressively. I slip a second finger inside her and as my fingers push in and out of her, her hips start to gyrate on the blanket and thrust up and down. She is hotter. ****** THAT FATEFUL SUNDAY NIGHT Peter had at last mastered the art of dressing in his white tie and tails as he waited for Jennifer. He stared out over the Opera House sails, musing that in his whole life he had never before dressed himself in such formal wear. Even for the night he had danced with Jennifer on the stage at Die Fledermaus a tailor had dressed him, fussing over him making certain Peter was a walking advertisement for his business. Then a polite cough interrupted his thoughts.. You are wearing your thigh high, very high thigh boots almost covering your legs completely and the skimpiest pair of briefs. “For modesty” you explain to me. I do the gentlemanly thing and pick up your coat and d**** over the nearest chair. I take your hand and guide you towards the bedroom. I stop for a second, kiss you lightly on the lips and say “Do you trust me?” You nod your head and say “Yes, of course David. Why?” I show you what I have in my hand. It is a satin lined velvet eye blind..