The mantra repeated in his head, soothing his anxiety somewhat. But at least he wasn't on the edge.As minutes crawled by, the door finally opened. Wes...s head snapped instantly towards the opening and soon a red wave of blush followed closely after. Rich and handsome weren't enough to describe the man; chiseled jaw, short brunette hair, strong athletic build, his body was sculpted to be a paragon of desire. His tux jacket was slung over his shoulder. Black slacks and a half button up dress shirt. Her pussy clamped tightly around my cock draining it of all fluid. She was moaning loudly, she drain every last bit of cum from me. I kept my cock in her and I began to go limp. She pulled me out of her and I felt her kiss the tip of my cock. She said "mmmmmmmm thank you" and I heard her put her skirt back on with a zip.Her voice sounded some what familiar but I couldn’t picture who she was. I pulled my cock back through the hole. It was glistening from her wetness and it had a few of her hairs. But I can’t share personal pics of Reema and me for clearing her doubt. As some days passed she become much friendly and open about herself and her life. I came to know that she is a working lady and not married. She was 33 at that time. She lives alone at a posh flat and works in a telecom company. About her family, she has some issues and so she prefers to live alone. After some serious talks about her love and sex life, she told me she loves to have sex. But has not done it for more than a. "Yes what, slut?" he growled and he sunk his teeth into my neck. "Yes I did want to be fucked tonight!" I whimpered with a tear sliding down my face."Good slut and you're going to get what you just deserve! now get on your knees!" He ordered and he pulled on my hair roughly again. Obediently I turned towards him and got down on my knees. I gasped as he released his thick, hard member from his jeans.... he was huge! If i wasn't so aroused and wet I would probably have been scared... "Suck.