Are you looking for ways to back out because you got cold feet?” I asked her.“No, sir, sorry, sir,” Buttercup apologized to me. It was a rare mo...ent.“Someone call Ripley’s Believe it or Not. The great Buttercup has finally apologized to me after years of being a total dick to me,” I sighed.“I’ve apologized before, haven’t I, sir?” Buttercup pouted. Her thighs were still wet, and her pussy was dripping because she had freshly pissed while trying to keep up with me. I wondered if she really. I feel tears of betrayal sting my eyes, but keep my face expressionless. I keep my head down as he takes my shoulder and guides me back to the car. A random thought of fleeing runs through my head but terror fights it back. ‘If I cooperate, I should be able to get out of this unscathed. I hope.’ I can’t help but feel like a shy teenager as well. He opens the passenger door and I get in. He waits, making sure I’m in, and closes the door. He walks over to his side and gets in. He gives me another. These days; far from the sanctuary of what had been his Surrey home after having spent a day at the helm of his company, and when he wasn’t following the swish of her sari or the peck of her high-heels against the apartment’s terracotta floor-tiles in the hope of gaining her attention; he could be found in a state of bemusement and reproach for the sorry condition his life had become. He, a man of taste, culture and refinement? Dogging the footsteps of a young Indian girl? A girl, moreover, in. “Mmm that’s it baby girl. I’m going to come deep inside that tight little pussy I own! Fuck you feel so good around me, my good little kitty.”I feel him yank again on my hair pulling me further back onto him as he thrusts long powerful thrusts into me. I can feel his balls smack against my pussy lips. My own orgasm had passed but at the speed that he was fucking me I knew that I would orgasm with him when I felt him thick seed spray deep into me.Just as I was thinking this thought I felt him.