Had she really masturbated in a public restaurant? Had she orgasmed with people all around her? Did Alexandra (and perhaps Rhonda) have that much powe... over her that she would debase herself as she had just done? Obviously they did for despite wishing it all a dream, she was definitely there sitting at a real table, amid real people with orgasmic juices running down her leg and still basking in the afterglow of a violent climax. Her next emotion was shock. She had never even come close to doing. “I have something that will soon warm you,” he said with that certain look in his eye, then sniffing up to me. I knew what that look meant, that soon he would have me leaning over the edge of the potting and seed bench with a pillow under my middle, so that I was just in the right position for him. He said that as I was so cold and if I didn’t mind, he’d skip the preliminaries and maybe we can do that later. I was okay with that and I dropped my jeans and boxer shorts. He helped me step out of. If she had Daren’s number she would have arranged an adventure for this evening. ‘If you prepare something I’ll try to get a maid to serve them. You could escape for the evening, do something.’ He said lamely. That typifies us, he hasn’t a clue what I might do outside of the office. Would it be a film, a theatre or playing chess, what would she do with free time? A look of puzzlement crossed her face as she realised it wasn’t his fault. She didn’t even know herself. She looked at him fussing. He was gentle but the hard cock in me jerked powerfully, waiting for the owner to put it to good use. Then he started a nice slow rocking, fucking the full length of his cock in and out of me. I took quiet shallow breaths, not wanting to spoil the moment as the discomfort began to fade his cock and my tight hole adjusted to each other.He was meant to fuck me and I was glad we connected. He loved hot warm holes and I gladly offered mine for him to use. It seemed we had been in bed for hours, yet.