I found myself almost pacing, shuffling about until at last the door opened and she reappeared. “You still here? I must have made an impression.”I...relaxed a little though still like a coiled spring in my trousers and took a chance. “Ain't seen you here before and I would have noticed you. I'm Dean, and you are?”“Well you're full of yourself aren't you?” she laughed, a sort of 'he's a tryer, I'll give him that' kind of laugh.“Sally. Nice to bump into you Dean. It's my first time here so are you. It started innocently enough…he lived in a different state, was married and me being the kind of girl who dislikes commitment, our flirting and fun was a great alternative to actually having to go through all the dating rituals. He was eager to please, and always does. Our talks were fun in the beginning – I guess because we didn’t know each other that well, each other’s likes and dislikes – they were your average sex conversations. We both would peak in orgasms but it wasn’t anything to write. What more could he ask for? The only problems came in the form of Mr D****r. He was a strange man, and Charles never liked him. He cared little for his wife and was only really interested in the money. “Not happy living in the village any more Charles?” Mr D****r asked him one morning. He was loading up his car with files and expensive clothes, for another London trip. “Not my sort of place any more Mr D****r,” replied Charles. “Why, I thought you loved living with the poor but. Unbuttoning the back of my house dress, he pushed the material down off my shoulders and slipped his hands around me, cupping my boobs. as he massaged my hardened nipples, he began sliding his dick a little further in and out of my wet snatch. Between the attention his hands were giving my tits and the sensation of his hard cock inside of me, I was in heaven. I moaned out “ Fuck me baby, oh yeah fuck me good!” Responding to my passionate cries, he pumped his dick into me, going deeper with each.