Her beautiful assets complimented even the most boring clothes!We sat next to each other in class. She wasn’t the shy type and easily moved closer, ...hispered in my ear, “You smell sweet, like a fruit.” I told her it’s Dior. Her soft body squeezed against felt wonderful, and her smell was making me horny.The class ended after a long lecture, and we walked out. I asked her for coffee, and she said, “Are you asking me out?” And laughed, “Not today, but I’ll call you tomorrow evening, ok?” and left. “Mr. Black” pounded my wife’s asshole with his huge cock, her body went limp after about twenty minutes, “Tony” wouldn’t have that, he slapped her hard across the face, lifted her ear to his mouth and whispered, “if you don’t act like you love this I will torture you and leave your naked, battered body for hubby to find, is that what you want?” he looked up at me and gave me a wink. She shook her head no, her lips parted and she screamed “Fuck Me! Fuck Me Like The Whore I AM! Pound THAT ASS,. “What do you imagine is the use? Did you think of that?” She swallowed her saliva in reply.“OK. I will explain. Dear lady, you are here to entertain me and not only to do the household chores. Do you have any such experience before?”Another shaking of head follows.“What do you feel? Your face does not look so pretty, but you are fair in complexion and your physique is seducing. If willing, you are appointed on the spot. What is your opinion?”She pressed her knuckles in reply and no dialogues. I. In a stroke of bad luck, most of her belongings were stolen from her tiny studio apartment right before her trip out here. All she packed was some clothes and her feminine essentials.As she brought the bag up to her shoulder she felt like someone was staring at her from the cornfield to her right. Her heart rate quickened as she glanced over to a dark silhouette. The hair on her neck stood up as she fumbled around in her purse for the keys to the manor. Panic overcame her as the dark figure.