The next day, I went to the clinic to pick up my medical certificate which, naturally, was totally clean. From there, I went to the studio bringing a ...election of the sexiest clothes from the previous day. Inside, Tanja had arrived and introduced me to the camerawoman – a very petite redhead wearing just a pair of loose fitting dungarees and trainers, the dungarees doing nothing to hide or constrain a splendid pair of tits, and so baggy that her bare bum was clearly visible looking down from. I dialed into my voicemail and listened to my message. It was her. She was at the airport back home for her, taking an early morning flight in to my city. Holy shit! She spoke softly and so calmly, as if it was just matter of fact, so common-place to simply hop on to an overseas flight at 6:00 a.m. and come to visit someone she had never met face to face. It made sense as I thought about it, the timing at least. I had e-mailed her two days before about my family being away and about me being. Meanwhile his hands were roaming to my breasts and caressing them. He wanted better access so he reached around and undid my bra Then he moved down my body and took each nipple in turn into his mouth sucking gently. He wasn’t stopping there because he removed my panties like they weren’t there, I didn’t even feel them coming off. He started kissing my pussy starting by gently playing with my clit with his tongue, then he stuck his tongue in my vagina making me all slippery. Usually, I would go a lot slower with an anal virgin; use some toys, more fingering over a week or more but the Married Guy was keen.I didn't want to hurt him, take it too fast, or give him more cock than his arse could take, so I thought that the best position would be me on my back and him sitting on my cock. This way he could dictate how much of my cock he would slide into him.There we were, me on my back, my cock stiff and standing up like a flag pole. The Married Guy was on his knees.