.. I put my head down into my hands and started crying uncontrollably now. Mascara running down on my cheeks. I sat there sobbing for the longest time... I couldn't go on tonight, I knew it!I ran out of the room now, still in my costume, down the back stairs and out of the place. I could barely see where I was going!I felt trapped, helpless and hopeless!I thought he loved me. I thought I could change him. What a little fool I'd been!When I hit the outdoors it was windy and it looked like a good. As he bottomed out in me I begged Mark to fuck me hard and fast and make me come, but he kept going at a slow pace, teasing me again as I ground my clitoris hard against him he sucked and fondled my tits.My orgasm was slow building, but it was so deep and satisfying I could feel my fanny spasm, sometimes in time with Marks dick which was pulsing with the blood running through it, we fucked and kissed, for quite a while, varying between wild fucking, and slow sensual lovemaking with small. "What's up,darling?," I asked.He opened his mouth to say something, stopped, then threw his hands inthe air in a helpless gesture. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't feel soinsecure, but it's just, well, I don't understand why someone as youngand beautiful as you would want to sleep with me, let alone marry me. Imean, look at me! I'm old, I'm overweight ... and you could have Antony,or just about anyone else you -"He broke off as I kissed him full on the lips. "Don't talk that way," Isaid. I cupped. Even better because of where we are…we could get caught any second,” I whisper. “Sexual pleasure is always heightened by a little danger,” he says. “Well…heaven forbid you should take all the risks,” I say. “May I return the favor?” “I would never in a million years turn down a blow job from a woman as gorgeous as yourself,” Shane smiles. “You are every man’s fantasy.” I grin and take my own turn hiding beneath the large blanket. Shane unzips and lowers his pants and boxers down to his hips,.