He was sucking my lips. I removed his t-shirt, and he removed mine.He grabbed my boobs and started kissing my nipples one by one. He sucked my right b...ob while pressing the left boob and vice versa. He kissed on my cleavage in the middle.I was moaning. His hands were moving over my buttocks. He grabbed them tightly and whispered, “Get ready to be my slut, you bitch?” He held me tight from my hair and made me kneel down. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear.What I. She stared at her image in the mirror as she prepared to clean her teeth.What Elinor Cranfield saw was a fairly nice-looking woman -' Well I am!' she said to herself - with a wide generous mouth set in a face whose bone structure meant that she looked a lot younger than her 44 years, and whose new hairstyle and slim build also contributed to that younger look. ' I'm not exactly a beauty, though', she thought, 'Why would I have that effect on him?''What possessed me to get my hair cut this way. He held my head and pushed me down to go on my knees. He unzipped his pants and took his dick out. It was a Godzilla. I had a feeling that I couldn’t take it in my mouth.I was looking at it and made a move to take it in my mouth. He stopped me there.He was talking to his lady and they were having a sex chat in their local language.He waited until the moment she said something on phone. Then he gave a push to my head and shoved his dick in my mouth. He moaned loudly. Actually, it was a bit too. I know he has paid you well over the years..." Her voice trailed off; not wanting to admit what may have been in the back of her mind."I have seen how the tourists dress in Lima and Cusco. Go back into the tent and see what you can do to persuade me; Senora Stephens." The last sentence was particularly biting. He was embarrassing her because he was acknowledging that she was a married woman. He had nothing to lose with this outrageous exchange with her.Jenn got up and numbly walked back to her.