My pager buzzed and I recognized the number as that of the motel next door followed by the number 212. I assumed this was the callers room number and ...fter an hour or so of hesitation I called it.The man on the other end of the phone asked me if I was still interested and I told him I was. We agreed I would stop by his room as soon as my replacement came in. This would be around three in the morning.I spent the next couple of hours nervously deciding whether or not I would actually go through. ” Nicholas walks behind me and positions himself quickly. In one fluid move he has buried himself inside my highly lubricated pussy. I gasp and push back as much as my restraints allow. As I stand there supported by the chains he grabs my hips and pounds my pussy. The sensations going through my body are rapidly building to the point of no return. He reaches around and grabs my breasts, grabbing my nipple rings and pulling. He whispers in my ear “Come for me baby, my slutty little girl.” I. I looked at her, then down at what she was doing and up to her again. "Ehm, I haven't taken you, your husband wouldn't approve..." I said with a grin on m face... "Oh yes, he would", she said to my surprise and smiled, didn't say anything further. She had never done that earlier, in all these years we sometimes drove to and or from work together. Somehow we both knew this was different. She kept on caressing my leg, looking straight forward.... It made me wonder, how would this go on. She was a. When I talked to Mary Sue Madison, who immediately corrected me that her name was "Mary Sue" after I first called her "Mary", I discovered that she and Miranda had become friends and together they decided to try out for the golf team. Mary Sue was a country girl which showed in her choice to wear jeans today. I didn't care how comfortable she was in jeans, it couldn't be better than shorts or a golf skirt. Mary Sue was blonde and blue-eyed. She had well-developed hips, a thin waist, and large.