She heard the zipper of his jeans, and the rustle of cloth, and then his hands were on her hips, holding her down as he thrust his rock hard cock into...her dripping pussy to wet it, and then pulled it out and fitted it into her ass in one long smooth push, his balls hitting her pussy with a wet slapping sound. He gave her a moment to get used to the invasion of her ass, working in and out slowly and gently several times, but soon he was fucking her hard and fast. He slammed in and out of her. I could feel his hot pee splashing over my breasts and running down my stomach. Pee was flowing between my legs and over the hand that was rubbing my clit faster and faster. I could feel the added wetness of his piss on my fingers as they pressed against my swollen clit. I took his still flowing cock and aimed it higher allowing his flow to splash over my face. That sent me over the edge! I shuddered and shook as another strong orgasm rocked my body. I felt a trace amount of his pee slip passed. “You’re huge.”“I’m sorry,” I said.“Relax,” she said grabbing on it. “Like I said I don’t bite.”She unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. She stared at it before going down on it. I grabbed onto my chair as hard as I could. She was so smooth with it. Down and up, down and up, down and up, running her tongue around the tip of my dick.“You taste so sweet,” she whispered.She got up and leaned back on the desk putting her soft nylon feet all over my dick. That was the best feeling I’ve ever. I assume Emma wouldn't read her own fanmail. That would take way too long. So whoever read it would be compelled to show her and have her listen. It was a small chance but it was all I had. In addition to the tone, I gave a second tone, just for Emma to listen to. In it, I ordered her to contact my cellphone and ask for orders. I figure if she did I could take it from there.I sent the email. If it worked, at some point I'd get a call from the beautiful Emma Watson. If not, I'd probably just get.