She grunted at his roughness, but then began moving her hips in time with the sawing motion of his finger. "You want to fuck me hard, don't you?" He a...swered with another finger, then a third, driving them in and out as she thrust her hips back up at them. "Well, that's what I'm here for, Captain. I'm here for you to fuck -- as hard as you want."With that invitation, John climbed between her legs and pushed his cock into the young whore's cunt. She adjusted her hips with a practiced motion to. I don't know what got into me but I checked her out. She was about 5'6' with dark blond hair with blond highlights and blue eyes. she had a smaller breasts but they looked perfect on her frame. Her hips and ass were also very nicely preportioned. She was wearing a Royal Blue tank top that stopped above her midriff. The color of her shirt brought out her summer tan complexion well and blue denim shorts that were almost too small for her hugging her in all the right places. She couldn't of. That was the sign for me, time to go. I'd had my fun and blown off the steam Sissel had work up in me, now it was time to go home and start the stopwatch to see how long she could resist me. What an intriguing thought and I congratulated myself on this plan. It was much more fun to find creative ways than just going around and turning the girls into slaves at first sight. It almost felt like a little game between her and myself to see how long she could resist what must have felt a completely. Richard. At this moment he was probably in the limo on the way to the office. He had taken the first flight back in anticipation of the phone call from the client to inform him of the meeting’s outcome. Sandy knew they had aced it and the account would be theirs, it better be, since she’d spent almost a month’s salary on clothes and shoes and soon the cutest pair of diamond drop earrings wrapped up in a famous light blue box tied with white ribbon. What a night, Sandy reminisced: Richard’s.