Just burying my cock as deep as possible in her throat and good at it. I felt for her bum and she shifted to allow me access. My hand snaked around he... arse and in between her legs. I could feel a light covering of hair on her pussy lips which were closed and not readily parting – the vagaries of an older woman. Withdrawing my hand I spat in it a couple of times and returned to her pussy lips with saliva which readily helped to separate the lips and allow my fingers to slip between . Since she. I knocked once and the door opened immediately. There was my owner. He was about six feet tall and looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had close-cropped brown hair and lively green eyes. When he smiled, his white teeth were straight and his expression was welcoming. All in all, he was a very attractive man. He seemed nice. "Hello fuckpig, so nice to meet you dear," he said holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you too, sir," I beamed as I stepped in to the cheaply furnished room. "I see you. ***I didn’t see Peter and Veronica for several weeks. I was busy with a number of assignments, one of which took me to the Caribbean for a few days, and on my return, I buried myself in my editing suite. They must also have gone away since there was no sign of life in their apartment. Two days ago, however, Peter rang my doorbell. I invited him in and over a coffee, he made me an enticing proposal.“We have been visiting Veronica’s mother in Bristol,” he explained, “she is a divorcee like you. The room span and the colors slipped, theshape of Master Joker shifted and changed before her eyes and her wholebody pulsed with pleasure. This heightened drug laden state was howevertoo much for her feeble brain and she slipped mercifully intounconsciousness.Barbie awoke feeling spent and satiated yet she still felt the thrustingof the dildo!....no it was larger....hotter....and fucking her pussypleasurably. She opened her heavy eyes to find she was on her belly.Before her were Mistress.