Thank God for the ranger that shot it off of you. The dreams became more vivid as the nights wore on. The attacker was hazy, fuzzy; it looked at first...like a large dog. The beast didn't just attack, it tried to...hump you would be the best explanation. Every dream became more graphic, more erotic, as it descended from base contact to heavy petting, from muzzled oral pleasure to full-on mounting. You began waking in a warm sweat, soaked in cum from your own nocturnal emissions. As the days. This is something I’ve noticed about younger women, they often don’t need any lube. Not all, but a few of the young hookers I’ve seen are like this. Guess i forgot what it was like to be with a young girl! There are of course women who lube up in advance of a clients arrival, but that feels different. I feel like I can tell the difference. Who knows though. I pushed inside her slowly and I nearly gasped at how incredibly tight she was. Extremely tight! It was like heaven. Her sweet little pussy. As I laid there sighing and gasping with my cock going limp I said “Cheers that was different” he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, seconds later he was in front of me, grabbing my wrists he pulled me up and with his cock in his hand turned me over, I fell onto my stomach and Mike licked my anus.Then I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, he was already sticky but unknown to me he had lubed his cock up, he edged himself inside my ass just as he had done to my wife, then in. Why did her arousal sore when she heard that inflection in his voice, when he gave orders why did she obey? She was scared. Scared of the feelings she didn’t understand, of the deep sexual nature of their relationship and where it was leading. She must be mad. Why was she allowing this to happen? I’m some kind of sexual pervert she told herself. What if someone found out? Her husband. Her friends. There was only one thing for it she had to get away, she had to leave, find another job and put it.