She looked very sexy. Pushed her onto the bed her anklets made heavy noise along with her bangles this made me very aroused. I told her that I had eve...y intention of enjoying a full night of fucking with her and that I did not want to fuck awry cloth. First I roamed my rough big hands on her smooth naked body every single inch of her… Exploring her skin and tasting her skin nibbling her ears and neck and back. I garbed her hands and the bangles were clanging. Then I slowly dipped my fingers in. If she had been asked what a Miranda should look like she would have been hard pressed to say exactly, but it would have included femininity and a hint of Latin fire. It would not have been a description which included short, almost spiky hair, a hard and lived-in face and a body which looked both spare, hard and gracefully supple all at the same time."Had a good look? So you're the female Bruce Lee! Glad to meet you!"To say that the above was uttered in a sarcastic tone would have been utterly. But the most startling revelation came when Jack was finally able to tearhis eyes away from that killer body long enough to look at the woman'sface. To his shock, he recognized her. "It's you!" he cried, startledagain by the pitch of his new voice."That's right," the woman answered. "Your mistress has arrived." No," Jack said. "You're the woman from the bar, that frigid lesbianbitch."The woman stopped suddenly and stared at the captive. Her expression washard to read, but her dark eyes had. ." A man," I finished. "I know. Forgive me, but I'm as new at this as you are and I am probably as nervous as you. Let's all relax. Jesse, you needn't tuck..." I waved at his crotch. "In the unlikely event that I should actually cause you to be aroused, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." I was wearing the 'sponsor coverall' -- which really did nothing more for my shape than my housedress -- and maybe less. I shifted my glance between them, attempting to be inclusive. "Where did you go to.