"So, you still think I am vanilla, slavegirl," she asked."No mistress," I replied meekly, my chest heaving with excitement."Kiss my feet, slave," she ...aid.I complied with alacrity, kneeling down and kissing her manicured shinypink toenails."I think I've had it with your whining about our sex life, slavegirl. I amgoing to make some changes around here," she said sternly.Where was this headed, I wondered. This was probably the first time Sonyahad experimented but she was a little drunk and I. "Mmmm! Please slow down! I’m begging you! Please don’t make me cum!" I pleaded, to no avail.The small moan I let slip encouraged him to push me further. I could feel him fucking my pussy faster and harder with every long deep stroke. "I’m going to fuck that pussy until you cum on this dick," he whispered softly, as he continued pounding my pussy. I felt his rough fingers slide between my legs rubbing my clit as he buried his huge dick deep inside me. The plump head of his dick rammed into the. Being "busty" has occasional advantages, even if it means carrying a few extra pounds in other places as well. However, a couple more hungry months out here and that wouldn't be an issue. I realized he was staring. Saint and savior or not, I felt a sudden urge to regain a smidgen of dignity. "Um, do you mind? I'm a little indecent here."He had the grace to blush and refocus his eyes to the wall behind me. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to me, specifically not looking at me as he. This only accentuated his mature look. If anybody were to guess his age it would be in the 30’s, not nearly 50. Nicola loved the way he looked like a man rather than a boy. She especially loved the way his hair trailed down below his waistband to show her way to his... Nicola slapped herself out of her daydream when she realised it was already time to go home! "Just leaving babe, meet you at the store entrance in 10. X" The car journey only aided in her sexual tension because every bump she.