I would have fallen had he not had hold of my hips. I'm sure my scream could be heard miles away. He was still, buried deep inside me. My legs were sh...king uncontrollably, I couldn't help it, I folded. We ended up on the blanket, both kneeling, doggy fashion, him still embedded in me. "God your tight. I'm going to love fucking you for a long time to come slag" Slowly he started, pulling back until the large head remained inside me, then easing it back in, till his heavy balls rested against my. It would have been impolite for me to refuse, I was a fucking guest, Danny, besides 'Guess who's fucking the guest' sounded like such a fun game. Anyway, you were off visiting the Inferno yet again for like the seventh time that month. What do you do down there? Oh for fucks sake. Are you ever going to stop going on about Botticelli? It was one painting that's all. Two months hanging around naked on a giant stinky oyster shell in a cowshed in Florence trying not to drown in pools of pig shit. It was so gentle and yet made me ache so hard. Both nipples got equal attention while your hand drifted lower slowly, finding the throbbing area while my legs spread for you.After all our clothes were off, you laid me back on the bed, slowly kissing me while rubbing my clit in little circles, making me wetter and wetter for you. I could hardly breathe in awe of the different feelings shooting through my body. Then that sensual mouth of yours drifted lower, touching my nipples with your tongue. “I am in the office about to discuss a major financial strategy for one on my clients” “he is on his way up at this moment”. “Good” I said “You have enough time to remove your panties” “I can’t” she protested. “...besides I am full of cum”But I insisted and a few minutes later received two photos taken with her Blackberry, a shot of her beaver, another with her panties laying on her desk alon with the accompanying note “there are you satisfied?” “Such insolence” I wrote back “be careful or I.