“Oh my god,” I whispered, “David? What are you doing here? How on earth did you find…”David stopped me mid-sentence. His voice was quiet but...the tone made it obvious that he wanted no messing around.“I thought you lived and worked in Northumberland?” he said, menacingly.I didn’t know what to say and stood there, shocked, struggling to find my voice. David continued;“You lied to me Hannah. I take it Hannah is your real name, or is that another lie? I trusted you, I completely believed in you.. He held my legs open with his hands while licking and fucking my cock with his mouth. My ass and hips did everything possible to keep the pressure and contact between my cock and his face constant. I reached down with my hands and held his head against my bucking cock. Each time I would grind my cock against his face I could feel his tongue burrowing deep between the folds. "Don't stop...please don't stop... yes, yes, yes..." I blurted out in gasps and groans as my orgasm raced through my body. I suddenly felt fingers rubbing on my hard clit. "Ohhhhhh! Mmmmm yesss!" It felt so good. I could feel him rubbing faster. I felt more hands on my tits. I moaned again. "Oh my god! That feels so good! Squeeze my tits and rub my pussy you nasty fucks! Let me get out of the car and get on the hood! I need someone to suck my pussy until I cum!" With that, I got out of the car, and climbed up on the hood. I got on my hands and knees at first to give them a good look at my fat pussy lips from the. However I digress; Melissa was 44 years old, five foot four tall and very slim with 38 D bra size, her mousy hair was short cropped and he cute butt was one of her best assets. Meanwhile her master, John, an older man by five years, was six foot tall and medium build; his seven and a half inch cock was almost always ready for action, especially when it came to the bondage and BDSM scene.Today was an ordinary day and the world went gently along minding its own business; in fact for a late.