He looked smart in his suit, verysmart. Handsome even, in a purely enviable way. I didn't fancy him oranything, but if I could get to his age (the rea... me, that is) and looklike that I'd be doing pretty well for myself. I hovered around thedoorway as he double-checked the contents of his suitcase."Well, I guess that's me," he said. "Wish me luck." Good luck. Have a...a good day, yeah?" Thanks, darling." I wanted to smack him round the back of the head forthat remark, but he played it so coolly. I let him come in, saying my husband was not at home and so we had about three hours to make our own business. I walked towards the bedroom and he followed me; his eyes ravenously eating up my curves which the negligee did nothing to disguise at all. He moved close to me and pushed me back until I fell backwards onto the bed. He pushed up the hem of the negligee, revealing my nice trimmed cunt and pushed his face into it. His rough tongue sent a wave of sexual energy through me and I. It was longer and thicker than Jeff’s when he was hard. He had a large mushroom head, the skin tone was slightly lighter than the shaft which was dark chocolate and, well, it was meaty. He had a little tuft of coarse black hair at the base and his balls were heavy. He had almost no body fat so the tendons in his waist that made a V to his cock were well defined. She looked up at him and felt the biggest grin take over her face. He simply smiled at her and waited. She looked back down and with. "Well, Maggie, believe it or not, what you have told me makes sense in a weird way. I could tell right off that there was something different about you. Not different in a bad way, just different in an ‘I gotta find out what this girl is about’ way. Your meek and humble, almost mouse-like attitude had me curious."And now that you explained it, it makes sense. And no, I’m not scared off–just the opposite, actually. I want to continue seeing you, and if being mishandled is what you need to feel.