..please don't...... don't do this to me. I couldn't stand being seen like some of the girls who work here and not with those guys out there." Bill ...as now sweating. "Angel, I have money....I could give you all I have....even the bar if you would stop this." But it was too late for Bill to plead. Angel walked out of the shadows and stood in front of Bill. She was beautiful and frightening. She in black stiletto heels and a black leather short dress that stood out hard against her. We both groaned in pleasure as the feeling was too much. With his cock buried deep in my pussy and his balls resting on my clit He started to fuck me. Slow at first but then harder as I screamed for him to give it to me. His hands grabbed my ass and He pounded away, fucking me with all his might. I was as hot as I met his thrusts, moaning every time his balls slapped my clit. I then pulled him out and pushed him to the floor. I hovered above him and slid down on his cock with ease. I rode him. But he had particular prey in mind this night. He lifted his gaze and looked across at an upper balcony on the Baxter Building, where a figure in white stood waiting for him.Susan Storm-Richards stood on the balcony outside the marital bedroom, her white night-gown blowing about her in the warm breeze. She looked towards the dark figure who stood on a nearby rooftop, his crimson eyes blazing with lust and need. Turning slowly, she walked back inside, but left the screen door open. Reed lay in. We didn’t go far before we heard themuffled sounds of people enjoying each other. As we madeour way through the tall ferns we came upon a smallclearing, big enough for only two to lie down. They musthave felt hidden, secluded, in their own world. Clothes were strewn about. I was drawn to her panties,lying on the soft grass. All that we could see were herlegs spread wide and him lying between them. His boyish,pale ass moving up and down quickly as they fucked. Itwas erotic, it was real. My.