“You feel so good,” she whispered then we kissed, our tongues touching, moving slowly as we moved in a slow grinding motion. I placed my hands on ...er round ass as she lay on me, her legs next to my hips rocking slowly, pressing her pussy harder against my cock, giving me excruciating pleasure, both of us moaning softly as we kissed and moved together. I then lifted my hips off the bed, holding her ass and gently rolled her onto her back. She open her legs and embraced my body and I slowly. Tragic tear tracks full of mascara stained her cheeks. Her face was slick with saliva and hear eagerness never waned.“Fuck me Jay! Fuck me please. Jay, please fuck my pussy.”, she begged.“You want some dick in your pussy now? You wanna come on my dick, baby? You wanna squirt on me, bitch? Lay down Snow Girl.”She layed down on the area rug and spread her legs welcoming the fuck that was about to happen. She held the backs of her knees with both hands and pointed her painted toes and was still. I was a little disappointed as this meant that I couldn’t put my resume forward for the position. It did however, get me thinking, though, about possible juicy little encounters I could organise for my own husband. How would he react to this fantasy that she had described to me? Would he also enjoy being blindfolded and completely open to the will of a stranger?, Would he succumb to that kind of power, to the enjoyment of his body being pleasured by someone he could smell, touch and taste but. She had no clue they wouldseparate them like this.As she walked with her stylist she confided in her. "My sister is just alittle nervous about who works on her hair, and face. We're new aroundhere and she just doesn't want anything real drastic done," Annaexplained. "Could you just pass that information along to her stylist sothat she'll feel a little more relieved?"The woman waved over to the receptionist to get her attention and thenspoke loudly, "Make sure the sister doesn't get anything too.