Man, if I got fucking paid for all the crazy fucking stuff I did in my life...I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, th...re is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying prostitutes for fuck. Sometimes I fucking think I`ve became some kind of a fuck maniac. I am surprised I haven`t contacted some fucking venereal disease yet, since I fucking love a prostitute sucking my fucking cock without a fucking condom and then cuming in her fucking mouth, on her. She smiled at me when I did it, so I began massaging her thigh as we chatted. We were speakng quietly, but since we were talking about pretty explicit things, we decided to go to my car to sit and talk, so we would have a little privacy. I really admired her shapely, large ass, bouncing as I followed her out. I opened the car door for her and she sat down, I went to the other side and got in the car. Before I could close the door, she leaned over and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss!. This story is about sex with one of my office colleagues.Coming to the story. I and my colleague were good friends. There was one thing that attracted me towards her was her boobs. She used to compress them very tightly in her bra. I always had a dream of fucking her and pressing and sucking those big boobs.Then one day my dream came true. Let me describe her. She was a typical brown Indian 5.6 in height and her figure was 38-34-36. Those sexy boobs would attract anyone to her. Red glossy juicy. "Did you two have fun?"The two giggled again, then, simultaneously said ,"Yes, master."Dave looked at Molly in his rear view mirror. "Isn't that another five spankings?" Oh, no, master," Olivia told him. "I relaxed that rule while we waited for you." I see. Does this mean the game is over?" It wasn't a game, master. It was training. Now that Molly has learned the basics and is beginning to enjoy herself, the rules can be relaxed a little bit. But the training will continue." Master," Molly said.