The accumulated wisdom of half a dozen TV shows said that singles bars were a good place to score lonely women. I made my grand entrance into Rudy's R...tabaga, strutted my stuff, and grabbed a vacant chair. I was a sharp-looking dude and it didn't take long to hit the jackpot. Sherry Zahd, her name was, account exec for the Forty Weaves textile design firm, jet-setter, woman of the world. A real princess. An older gal, maybe twice my age, but good looking. She would do. Took me home in a taxi.. His dark fingers entwined her blonde pubic hair, it was so soft. Not like the pubic hair he was used to. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy tasting her juices, she couldn’t do anything to stop it.He licked and nipped her 37 year old pussy lips, she had never felt anything like it before. He lifted her legs higher and moved to her ass hole. He licked it and pushed his tongue inside her ass. He pushed his thumb into her ass hole, She closed her eyes and tried to relax, the feeling of pain,. Anjali gave a wicked smile and I was about to leave. As I opened the doorAnjali: are you sure you want to leave?Me: haan.. aur kya.?Anjali: no, I thought you want to see something more.. saying this she opened the upper buttons of her shirt.I was shocked by this and thought like this is the dream come true.Anjali: nhi dekhna kya aur..??I came back to my senses and pinched myself to know it is a reality.Although I wanted to fuck her whole night I controlled my desires.Me: I can’t ditch. He'd come out and rub up and down my crack. He'd hold it all the way up in me and reach around to grab and jerk my dick. This went on for twenty minutes. I was in ecstacy. He'd tell me that he "was fucking me good" and "you're my little bitch" and even a "who's your daddy?" as he'd smack my ass from time to time. I was his little bitch.I was pushing back on him as much as he was pushing into me. I felt him grow even bigger. We were one unit and he was grunting and starting to sweat. It dripped.