“Do it,” she urged. “God, just fucking come. Give it to me in my arsehole, Sammy. Use me. Use my arse. It’s all I deserve!”As soon as she fi...ished crying it out, I felt the rush begin. I groaned, grabbing at Mrs Spencer, pawing her skin, mindless to whether it was her breasts or buttocks I was mauling. I leaned in and kissed her neck, slobbering and nibbling, my dick inside her up to my balls, cock pumping semen into the dark cavern of her anus.When I came, Mrs Spencer blurted out that she was. She put one foot in front of the other and make her way slowly across the football field sized office she was sure was smaller yesterday. But despite her body’s rebellion, she made it to Mullins’ desk and put a file gently in front of him. “Click.” A large man holding an old-fashioned watch seated at a desk looked at Miranda. “Not a bad time at all.” “Pleeeease Sir” a normally composed Ramirez begged. Squirming in a way that made her hips dance beneath the thin silk of a business skirt,. " He ripped open the envelope and read the letter quickly. "I thought that something was in the wind." He offered the letter for me to read. It was from Gupta. The success of 'Scorn' suggested that another Anglo/Indian collaboration would work. He had a script for a drama in the time of the mutiny. Gupta wanted to know if Rich would be interested."Are you interested?" I asked."I think I would be interested. I'll phone Gupta and ask him to send me the script. There's lots of scope for drama. She has this voluptuous tits that I am proud to have sucked as a baby and an ass to die for. Well those were the only tits I have had sucked till now at least. She is fair, has long hair and is of average height. I am unaware of her bodily stats, yet. She is not the subject of this incident anyway. As you would have guessed it already, it is my Sister, Natasha. Natasha is not the hottest girl in the college, but the one that catches the eye of men every now and then. She is like a Greek Goddess.