" Without any hesitation she walked in and I was enjoying the view from the rear. ...hat could I say? She had a fine ass. For hours we spoke about my marriage coming to an end and her being an artist. Nude modeling was her specialty and already she was offering me to pose for her. I wasn't too keen to the idea. "Posing in front of strangers?", I said, "no. Unknown caller, again. Trembling, I pushed the button and held it to my ear. Yes? I answered, my voice shaking. Where are you? the now familiar voice of the mysterious woman asked. At home, I answered, whispering without really knowing why. Good, she said. Do you have your toys ready? I looked around, panicked. Yes… I said, pausing. I didnt really have any toys, but I didnt want to disappoint her right away. What are they? she asked. I held my breath, hurriedly going through my apartement on. I started pouring oil on her body and started massaging her. Her body was so soft. I opened her legs and rubber her anal and pinched her pussy..I made her turn and started pouring oil on her and I started to massage. Her was so intensified and lost herself in the process like it was a divine gift. She started moaning like marry me I need this every night. I shut her mouth and started licking her clitoris vigorously and fingered her. She was like “Holy mother of God, fuck fuck, baby don’t stop. No one said anything.I jumped to my feet and started running forward along an aisle between the rows of seats, looking side to side. No sign of her. My heart crashed inside my chest and I felt a wail of grief and terror coming from my throat. I reached the bow and still hadn't seen her among all the dozens and dozens of men sitting throughout the seats. I was just about to succumb to utter despair when I caught sight of a female form partially wrapped in a tarp lying on the floor, tucked into.