If I was lucky I’d see Molly there but this gal was way smaller than her. Damn. I hoped it wasn’t that one I’d wound up with last time. I edged ...nto the bathroom to look for my old straight razor so I could end my misery. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d sank that low again. I peeked ’round the corner to who it was but the sun was making her hair all rosy. Wait, her hair was red. It was the freckled-faced red haired filly that danced like a dream. How the hell had she wound up in my bed? I. It explained why I was so attracted to her even though I knew it was wrong. But did it really matter if something was wrong when it was nothing but a dream? Hell no! was the answer I eventually came up with. And just like that, I gave in to my arousal. It now coursed through my veins. It pumped through my heart. It controlled my every move and my every thought. Spread your legs! I growled in a voice that left no place for debate. Luckily, Nikki was not about to refuse something she had. He called me a bitch and a whore as he fucked me from behind. Then he stopped. I felt his cock slide out and press against my tight little arsehole. His cum covered cock was plenty wet enough and soon the head of his cock was sliding past the ring of my anus. It hurt a little but you were holding my head with both hands, feeding me your stiff cock. The cock in my arse pushed further and then it backed up, only to be followed by a harder push and I felt it sink deeper into me. He repeated this. I felt the same way.She told me she had just come from the salon; I told her she looked lovely. She opened her bag and showed me some sexy black panties and bra she had bought that morning.I told her I had the perfect complement to her sexy undies and pulled out a new pair of black stockings I had brought from England with me.I always brought a few pairs of these with me to get bar girls to wear for me as I found it so sexy, and the girls often found it fun to dress up for me.Noy grinned. “Bad.