Not the kind you pick up on the streets after dark, she was all class. Her clothes, makeup, and hair are always perfect. At about 5 foot 8 with a dark...mane of thick brown hair, she was mature a little over 30 years old and absolutely gorgeous. She was very intelligent and discussed things in a highly professional manner. She worked out of her apartment, a high rent part of Downtown, which was very well appointed. When I first described what I wanted her for, she looked at me like I was insane.. "Sorry," I lisped, "I went to sleep." Just as well I did your back then or you would be red raw by now. You'dbetter get your front done this afternoon or you'll look like a zebra."I blushed again at his words and reached for my tea, when suddenly , thatstupid nervous wickedness inside of me began again somehow, stopping mefrom retying my top back in place. I was aware that my nipples werepeeping around the triangles of thin material and in an inexplicable wayi felt a naughty arousal inside of. You know the mood I’m in, it’s naughty, not delicate, and you instinctively push me off of you and down onto my belly. You pull my ass up and position yourself to enter me roughly. In one stroke, you fill me.I love this bed. You are so much bigger than me that it is difficult to take you from behind when we are both kneeling, but this bed is the perfect height, placing my opening at just the right place for you to fuck me deep and full while standing and you are not slow or gentle now. You are. ” “First time for everything then. Here or shall we find a bed?” “What makes you think I want to?” She moved in close and kissed me again while her hand wandered over a nipple that betrayed me, so hard was it. “That makes me think you do.” “Let’s find a bed then.” Saskia did a nasty grin that I found oddly arousing, as if she had a cruel side that might suggest a bit of an exciting time. “Rosalind will be disappointed.” “Is that why you want to?” “Partly.” She led me down the hallway and into a.