The girl of his dreams, normally so conservative in her outfits, wore a dress that showed off cleavage he never knew she had, but now wanted to get to...know better. He had the sudden impulse to make a cross with his fingers in front of him and shout "Back, foul temptress!" at her, but that would probably keep him from getting a better view of that cleavage. Besides, some temptation is good for a relationship.She stopped in front of him, a shy smile on her face. He thought he saw a blush forming. Even moreworrying was the nagging feeling at the back of her mind, why did they want herto lose some weight, Ok she was not happy with they way she herself perceivedher weight to be, but that was her prerogative. All the time herbody was warming up, when suddenly the burning throbbing pains started, theybegan in her nipples and began shooting down towards her toes. At one pointthey became so bad that she actually pissed herself and could fell the wetnessaround her arse as it soaked the muslin.. When she rolled over on her back, I put a small towel across her eyes and told her that it had to stay there. She flashed a big grin and said continue massage boy.I massaged her temples and slowly worked my way down to her feet, as I massaged her feet, I spread her legs as I did it. When I reached for more oil, I also grabbed the dildo and lube. I massaged my way up to her thighs closer and closer to happyville. I then stroked around her pussy but not inside. Her legs spread wider as I did this. A few moments later, I felt Roger slip his fingers into my bikini panties and roughly pull them down. I was wet and he could see the evidence in the soaked crotch of my panties.Roger dropped his shorts and underwear.Stroking his cock for just a second or two, he aimed it at my sopping pussy. With a single powerful thrust, Roger entered me, burying the length of his cock in a single stroke.I screamed out, “YYYEEESSS!” in extreme pleasure as he filled me completely.“FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD. FUCK.