"Hey Sandy, how's tricks?" I'm fine thanks," she replied calmly, determined to not seem fazed in any way. "Just trying to have a quiet lunch." You too... a risk eating here didn't you? The food's awful, I mean what is that even supposed to be that you've got there?" It's tuna casserole." Sandra was determined to continue to keep giving short bland answers until Tony got bored and left."Ah, I see." Tony replied in fake interest. "I thought you were more of a sausage man myself. If I had known you. I liked to keep myself mostly shaven down below, only keeping a landing strip. I let out a small moan as I played with my clit. I moved down lower between the folds of my aroused pussy where I could already feel how wet I was. It felt so good to touch myself like that so I continued to move down with the intention of fingering myself. I slipped one finger in and began finger fucking myself slowly. I closed my eyes and arched my back as I slipped a second finger in. The feeling was absolutely. Sweat beaded on her forehead and pooled between her flattened mammaries. It felt like he was pushing a softball bat into her. ‘God damn you’re tight Missy. But I’ll fix that,’ he growled. With a powerful thrust he fully impaled her. With the searing agony of the mammouth cock filling her pussy, Judy sank into a semiconscious state. The pain stopped just as abruptly as it began. He was ravishing her and she was quickly adjusting, the incredible friction on her G and her clit sending a new rush. In fishing terms, he needed to have her “hook, line, and sinker” under his sway before he could trust her to do his bidding on his quest for international disruption of the western society.“Well, my dear, you are a lot more than a bit of fun to me. I would consider Sally to be a bit of fun but she is up for anything and with any bloke who can get it up for her pleasure. You, on the other hand, are a serious business to me and I am willing to go down on you wherever and whenever you want. So to.