Meanwhile the Wolf trying to get into her cunt was humping frustratingly at her, his cockhead bouncing off her ass, or up her ass crack. Britney didn'... seem to mind this. She just thought of it as canine foreplay.Then the unexpected happened. Rather than managing to bury his cock in her vagina, the Wolf had somehow found her anal passage and its spear-shaped cockhead easily slid past her tight sphincter."UNGHH!" Britney groaned in shock at the anal intrusion.This wasn't something that she had. The next day, Friday, I received a call to a private loge to see a Mr. Benson. He turned out to be a fatherly gentleman of about sixty, with salt and pepper hair and a permanent smile. I liked him right away. He did not get up to greet me but flashed a warm welcome smile at me. His voice was deep and hinted both of warmth as well as authority."My name is Ben," he introduced himself, "and since we have only twenty minutes you might as well sit down next to me." He surprised me using his real. ”“Okay.”I slowly turn. He gives me a hard stare. His hand is rubbing his package. I face him again.“Put your hands behind your neck.”“Okay.”I place my hands up and behind my neck. I feel my breasts lift. The Tinder guy looks hard at me his hand still on his package. I look at him. There is a bulge. I am pleased.“I want you to suck me?”“Okay.”He takes it out. It is impressive. It's long and it's really hard. I kneel. I lick. I suck. In and out. In and out. It tickles the back of. I twisted her nipples. "Answer me," I said. "I'll find out soon anyway." I twisted harder, and Sharon closed her eyes and gave a brief nod. I let her go then. "That's good," I said. "All pink and fresh. But they won't stay that way, you know. My cigarettes will turn them all black and gray and shriveled, and all that sweet creamy skin--" "All right," Sharon said. "All right, you win. You've frightened me, okay? What do you want me to say? You want me to beg? You want me to cry?.