His finger felt so good as he pushed it deep in to my beckoning hole. Soon, he was massaging my prostate with one hand and caressing my balls with t...e other. He pulled my ass open with his finger pre-stretching it and assuring it was wet with his spit. I was so turned on, in a sexual arousal from my dick being hard and close to cumming most of the night. As if I did not know where this was heading already, he told me he was going to fuck my tight ass. I did not say anything, being aroused. X … Dear Mr. X, You make me so horny, and I love your whole mystery man thing, but I also hate it, because I really want to fuck you. I want to take off all my clothes for you slowly, not all at once like that night on the balcony , and show you my tits first and let you kiss my nipples, then show you my pussy which will be completely shaven, and put your hand between my legs to feel how wet I am. I just imagine the look on your face, and I imagine unzipping your pants and putting your yummy. The smell of hops, pizza, buffalo wings and desperation permeated the hot, crowded little bar, but the two lovers were oblivious to it, each glowing with happiness, cocooned in their own private world where the two of them existed, each gaze feeding the fire of their intense passions. After a couple of glasses of wine and beer they were both feeling pretty good, not even the other women’s constant looks in Ben’s direction could take away the warm glow she was getting just looking at his. Florence looked around. She couldn’t see a single one apart from those that were obviously waiting at table.Mondo Bondo was in part of the main building. Florence liked it because it was the complete antithesis of anything the party apparat-chicks (as she called the Prime Minister’s young, go-getting, conformity chasers) approved of. It was noisy, it was dark, and it was sleazy. Florence hadn’t been entirely surprised, when New Order came to power, how quickly women had taken on many of the.