." before I drove into her.She was wet. She was soaking wet. Her teasing must have turned her on as much as it made me hard. She grunted as I drove in...o her. Three thrusts and I was all the way in her and Mellissa was moaning:"You can't ... we can't ... you bastard ... not right ... you bastard; you bastard, BASTARD, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"But a funny thing was taking place. As she moaned and called me names she was pushing back at my invading cock. I stopped thrusting and stood still as. So at 8pm that evening I made the five minute walk to Rob's flat. I wore a pale blue shirt and dark blue jeans. Laura had always liked me in blue and I'd be lying if I said this didn't influence my choice of colours for the evening.I rang the doorbell and waited. No-one came for a couple of minutes and I started to wonder if my ex had played a cruel joke on me. But then I saw the familiar girly figure of Laura come running down the stairs and she opened the door to me."Hi Matt", she said, "Have. Run of the mill sex was something that only meant it was time to fake an orgasm . Now to truly cum she had to be treated like filth, like a nasty 2 dollar whore. What was in store tonight? She thought of all the things she had said she was interested in trying or the the things he mentioned that she just giggled and smiled about. Had she mentioned things to extreme? She couldn't even remember all of them. This thought made her blush and get wet at the same time. There was no "too extreme". ”“I might well express the same sentiments about your member,” Eliza opined as the aforesaid member slowly eased within her moist vagina and opened up the cavern leading to her womb.“Though,” he continued, “Perhaps when your legs are wrapped around me and your naked breasts press.”“For ten guineas?, in your dreams.” Eliza opined.“Twenty then, a Hundred!” D’arcy offered.Eliza felt herself melting as his seductive words washed over her.“Very well, rip my bodice open and feel my bosoms,” Eliza.