I sat on an exercise machine that felt like a piano bench cushion in the unfinished room. I watched the actress’s entrance up until this line:“So ...hat about you? Husband, Boyfriend, Girlfriend?”Her last word was accompanied by a mischievous smile at the camera with her brown eyes heating me up in the cold uninsulated.My crushes on women in my red journal are confusing to read. My fantasies for men were so prolific, that I was inherently suspicious of small slivers of attention towards women. I. She- somethings I like rough and being told to do something, I think so. Have never tried it, but wish to.Anyways let’s pack up after the copying finishes, I will book a cab till then.I offered her a ride home as I lived near her house, she readily accepted. On the way we discussed more about that stuff, that really got me turned on. I masturbated real nice that night. I was planning to get to her, it was a pretty easy job as I knew she was very slutty underneath and also a bit of porn addict.A. "I beg your pardon, sir," he said, his voice rushing out in a burst, "but there is a messenger who insists upon seeing Lady Stanhope." A messenger?" Caroline asked. A young boy pushed his way past the startled clerk and pulled his hat from his head."Beg pardon," he mumbled. "This lady asked me to fetch you home immediate like."Caroline felt her legs trembling as she quickly came to her feet."What lady?"Alarmed by Caroline's tone, the boy simply stared at her."Speak up, boy," the banker said.. He sounded like he was running wind sprints! I was pounding my ass back at him as hard as I could, dripping sweat down on his bed, I had my legs around his body like my life depended on his to sustain my life! Meeting his thrusts as hard as I could we were both sucking wind out of breath! It felt awesome his body slipping through my panty hosed legs. He slowed as came to rest on top of me just worn out. I pushed him off of me rolled him over on his back. I climbed on top of him sliding his cock.