He dropped the "gangster" accent and smiled in what he hoped was a winning manner. "Well, I rented the jacket, hat and shoes, but I already had the ru...ber pants. Where did you find that outrageous wig?" Thirty seconds later, he stood morosely wiping champaign from his jacket, amazed to discover that not only had her accent been real, but the wig was not a wig, and her head was as empty as her glass was now. She was not The Woman. 'The Woman' was a sort of fantasy he'd entertained since. .’ You quickly derail this train of thought before it highballs past Judgement Junction and Discipline Depot several stops on down the line to Infatuation Station or some other destination where you’ll punish me with a tongue lashing of my womanhood that I’ll never forget followed by thoroughly pummelling my pussy with your potent penis until I beg you to never stop. Whew! It’s a good thing you’ve got yourself under control again now, Randy Raza. ‘Let’s get this over with, disobedient damsel.’ . With her husband's hard staff locked into the hot sheathing of her cunt, Betty slid her hand away from his balls and brought it instead to caress her torrid mound. As Chad fucked into her pussy with long, sensuous rod, along the velvet skin of it turned greasy from its dipping into her love salves.It thrilled Chad; he wiggled more, grunted into her ear and played with her tits. She probed farther up, following the sliding prick until she found the hood that protected her clitoris. Her finger. At long last she succeeded, although the struggle had caused her to bend halfway to the floor. When the tremors subsided she straightened herself and took her position again, arching her back proudly. She knew he would be pleased with her.It was hard to tell for sure at first, because when he came around and stood in front of her the light from the concourse was at his back, making it nearly impossible to see his face. But the question became irrelevant when he laced his fingers behind her.