She must be dreaming, she thought. He was wearing a scruffy beat up t-shirt and dark washed jeans. In his hands, he was holding a sign that read "Sara...." She couldn't help but think of him as her chauffeur, in his sexy suit uniform and the hat, when she started to run to him. "It's you, it's really you," she said while jumping into his arms. "I'm sorry, who are you again?," he questioned as she slowly backed away. With a grin on his face he told her he was just screwing with her. He held her. Of course he was!" Can I help you, sir?" she responded coldly. Amazing her voice would work at all! To steady her nerves she took the glass in her hand, refilled it from the bottle (pointedly not offering to share!) and took a sip. "I'm afraid this is private property and you 're trespassing." Tresp..." He attempted the word several times but it was beyond his current abilities. "Aw shit, this her place belongs to my buddy Phil. I'm just checking up on it for him." I'm sure he appreciates your. This was before sex shops and you were met by a couple of old guys in white coats. The shop was stocked with porno mags, most with black stars covering the naughty bits...but they also sold the Swedish Color Climax Mags though these cost about £3 each. I had bought a couple along with a basic vibrator and the guy asked what I was up to now.....I said I had a couple of hours to pass till I met my girlfriend, he suggested I should go to the soft porno cinema The Classic Grand on Jamaica Street.. He released the weights allowing my pussy lips to dangle freely. They were throbbing, but it felt good to be rid of them.He thrust his fist deep inside my pussy and massaged my inner walls with a velocity so intense I thought I may orgasm right then and there! He continued this torment for about thirty minutes; all the while the hanger was still deeply lodged in my ass. Suddenly he adjusted the suspension chain so my mouth met his hard hot steely cock. Being suspended, Master was able to.