'Well I didn't know anything was going on for ages, I only noticed about 2 minutes before you climaxed. Admittedly I was shocked at first... But then ... had the most wonderful sexual feeling coursing through my body as I watched you being manhandled by those workmen.''And you didn't mind?' she asked. 'I loved it. I was disappointed when you stopped.''Oh Harry. I do love you... but I just felt suddenly wicked. As I got into the booth and sat down, the men where saying 'Come on sweet thing, sit in. Moaning softly, her curious hands ran down over his chest and belly, glancing over his groin before coming to rest on his belt buckle. He had her now. She had to be taken by him, had to give herself wholly and completely over to him, and she needed him to do it now. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Please, Sam...please…” her voice trailing off, the language centre in her brain failing her as she tried to express her want. “Get in the car.” Her coffee was all but forgotten now, resting on the. He was 46yrs old, he was stocky, hairy and was a couple inches shorter than me. He had several tattoos on his arms and chest and belly. Randy didn't hide he had been married for over 20 years and that he liked fucking guys. There would be no kissing or oral from him, just a hard rock in my ass...which is what I was craving. We agreed to meet in his shop the next afternoon. The next day, I prepped myself with an enema, shave myself smooth and shot a little lube up inside me. I took some pain. B. I left again in shame, stomping like a little girl in a tantrum. Later that night, I went on Facebook to try to gain sympathy from my friends. When I logged on I noticed I had a message in my inbox. I clicked it and it turned out to be Mr. B. At first I was a little weirded out, as we has a bit of a creepy older man. But I clicked the message and it read: "Hey Stacy it's Mr. B, I figured this was the best way to reach you. I've been thinking about our discussion earlier and have decided.