He hadn’t thrown insults around or pushed anyone or been abusive. He’d just dominated. He had picked on her but he wasn’t going to hurt her she ...ould tell now.And she liked Mrs Taylor who obviously didn’t kowtow to her powerful husband even though he was older and so tough. They were a strong, good-looking couple and she admired them. Whether she could get into this with them, get the phones back and not let them control her was a challenge; the most exciting challenge ever.Alan Taylor wanted. She wrapped her tiny hand around my semi hard cock and started stroking it. She looked me in the eyes and told me that she just wanted to have sex nothing else. I was now hard and I pulled her on top of me. As she guided me into her warmth she shivered. I asked her if she was cold. She said no it just feels so good when you fill my pussy up so full. She slowly moved her toned body against mine. She was quietly moaning. I could tell what she was doing was pleasuring her by the look in her eyes.. She ran out of the room, coming back a couple of minutes later, her breathwas still visible in the air. "Here try these," She handed me a pair ofpumps. Her mothers. She may weigh as much as a football team but her feetwere the same size as mine, unfortunately she only wore heels. Well not afootball team, but still."Are you serious?" I asked her."Yup. Dads won't fit, mine don't fit you, yours are ruined, what else isthere?"Her logic was annoying. She slipped the white pumps on my feet, they had. I watched intently as Kate continued to sensually polish his pole with her lips and tongue, his hands groping at her bare chest all the while. My cock strained against my shorts, begging for attention and I couldn't keep my hand from squeezing it a bit out of frustration. The tender blow job lasted only a couple minutes and although I didn't want her to stop, I was intrigued by the idea of what was coming next. Mesmerized, I looked on as Kate raised herself up on her knees and began wiggling.