The delightful little virgin collapsed in my arms, and I fell back against the wall. She would forever reside among my top ten of conquests. I heard...horse hooves, and knew my time was rapid drawing to a close. Carefully easing her limp form onto the deep red curtains of the settee, I retrieved my remote; and with a long last look at the lovely creature in repose with my seed dribbling from her tight violated vaginal lips, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the. . Recover from what? she wondered.When she was semi-relaxed, Sir Ken began again. This time he took her up the mountain faster ... And stopped. Again, she caught her breath, and he started again. This time it was faster still. Now, she realized she was screaming — and so was Celeste. Now all her feeling was in her cunt. To her utter astonishment, she found her fingers at her labia. She was bent over backwards, and was spreading her labia wide and begging Sir Ken to play with her clit! Marie. Now it comes my session. The two liters bottle is empty. Time to go.She gave me the keys of her apartment and when I take the lift to her floor it’s 18.30. At this time she is already in the bathtub, like every day. She pours a special oil and the water turns into a deep relaxing blue, her favourite colour.I unlock the door, don’t even take off the jacket, forget the shoes...I am the Master here, and my session starts now.I enter the bathroom, she turns to me not at all surprised:“Good evening. They were NOT all bra, they were a lovely warmhandful with phenomenally hard nipples. Her tongue found mine "You .. witch" I groaned , quickly changing the leading letter "I'm tired of little boys" she grinned wickedly and, still grinning,unzipped the side of her skintight trousers, and pulled them down to her knees. I stole a glance downward and sure enough her little pussy was babysmooth. I thought I saw the glint of a piercing. She stripped her trousers the rest of the way off, and her.