I thanked her while we drove off into Randburg and into a dark home with the electric gate closing behind us and suddenly the house lit up like it was...alive which Razzak said was remote controlled by him and took me by my hand behind him to lead me to the big wooden door which he put a code to unlock and said I enter on one condition which was I don't hold back on anything while hear and let him make all my dreams and fantasies come true which I agreed to out of my secret love for the old man. I prefer being inside somewhere meant for fucking. That actually naturally paves the way for it.”“Yeah. That sounds like you,” she chuckled. A sound he loved, particularly then. “Let’s eat.”She’d gotten him eggs benedict. Vegetable omelet for her. She slid them together in front of him and sat on his lap. Slowly. Aiming what may have been a piss hard on but became all about her into a surprisingly damp pussy. “You don’t think you do for me what I do for you?” she asked when he felt her. Her 36 D breasts sat unfettered in the tank top, Clare rarely wore a bra, her breasts were firm and perky and she hated the confining feeling of a bra. She stopped after three or four steps and looked around. The perfect man had to be here, there was an abundance of men in the bar and she would find him if it took her all night. She did this on a regular basis, looking for the perfect man to satisfy her needs as they occurred. Today she wanted tall, dark and mysterious. The need consumed her. Were they her panties?They must have been. And boy, were they wet! Her spanking me must havereally turned her on.She spanked me some more, and then stopped. Then she rubbed her handsover my ass. Her hand felt so cold - or was my ass so hot? Her handsfelt wonderful. I was very turned on.I felt something being tied to my head. A silk blindfold, perhaps? Shecovered my eyes. For a moment there was silence. Then I felt somethingwarm and wet tickling my ears. I tried to concentrate. She was.