I sighed as I walked up the path.Mandy had a key in her hand and she opened the front door with it.I followed her in and found myself in the front hal.... It was nice andbright and had flowery wallpaper and a red carpet on the floor."Right, Mark lets go make a cup of tea and I'm dying for a ciggie."We went into the kitchen diner, it was smaller than I would have thoughtconsidering the size of the place, but it was neat and clean.Mandy put the kettle on and motioned for me to sit on a chair by. As his moist kisses worked slowly back up toward her warmly quivering pussy, it was his hand that probed, his outstretched middle finger insinuating itself into the soft, hair-lined crease at the top and pressuring downward until he discovered the secret bud of her clitoris throbbing in wild anticipation in its hidden fleshy valley. Lightly, he brushed the tip of his finger over it, caressing it, feeling it harden even more under his finger. The nakedly crouching salesman grunted with. As he moved inside me, my legs were drawn back until my knees were almost at my shoulders and my heels were nudging his buttocks, making him going inside me with more urgency.He grunted out loud when his cock would go in no further. He was bruising my cervix; the whole of my cunt was filled with cock and now being stretched lengthwise.I gasped and told him that I could not take anymore; but that bastard tried pushing two or three more times. Then he pulled his cock from me, leaving me feeling. "Chris do you think you can steady the step ladder for me?" "Sure Miss Rashad", he would say in the deepest voice he could conjure. "Be careful now. Please hold it steady for me. Put your foot on the bottom step. That will make it easier for you." "Okay, I've got it Miss Rash-" He always cut his words off in mid-sentence right there because that's the exact moment that he notices. Once he sees the words get lost somewhere in his young throat. To hold the step ladder steady Chris places his.