” “What, let him fuck her you mean?” Simon nodded. “Well I think that when a married woman agrees to go out on date with another man then i...’s a foregone conclusion isn’t it!” Terry replied. “And is it, as far as you’re concerned that is?” he asked her. “It depends on how we get on,” she told him, “just because we have a good laugh at work doesn’t mean that we will automatically gel in a sexual way.” He ran the towel over her breasts, her firm and not overly large breasts. The breasts. ”“If it would give you more room, you both could get in the back seat,” Anne smiled at us. I didn’t need any persuading and smiling at Dan, he climbed over into the back seat to join me, “Cum in me my lover boy!” I smiled, spreading my legs and holding out my arms to him.”“We embraced and began to kissing as Anne drove towards her home. I rubbed his cock and he slipped his hand up under my top to feel my tit. I broke our kiss and giving him a coy, sexy smile, untied the string to my bikini top.. I feel her muscles spasm against the thrusting of my cock, trying to milk my cock. Her nipples are fully distended and poking into my chest. As her arms release around my back, I sit up, grab her thighs, and slam into her even harder. It is but seconds before my white-hot orgasm bursts forth and I fill her with my cum. I spurt once, twice, and many more times. I am lost in her velvety, slippery, warm pussy. I fall on top of her, holding myself from crushing her by my elbows. I keep my cock. The man got out of the van and opened the back door. Dasha tried to make a run for it but the man caught her, covering her mouth again and carrying her up to a house. They went inside and then he carried her down to the basement and set her down against a wall. He took off her leggings and sweater, and then chained her ankles to the wall, and chained her wrists together. Dasha was trembling in terror, tears streaming down her face. She hugged her knees to her chest.“Hello Dasha,” the man said..