“Have you done any fucking since last here, Major?” asked the Madam, who was seated opposite me, wearing her ‘professional’ dress, which was p...actically no dress at all. She was provocatively garbed in high heels, fish net stockings which went to her upper thighs, just below a minuscule skirt which barely concealed scanty thong panties that narrowly covered her cunt. Her short sleeved upper garment was cut so low that the nipples of her tits were plainly visible just above it’s frilly top. . That has given me good access to eat her pussy hole and ass hole simultaneously in good way. She shrieked out in pleasure. Then I made her sleep and came on top of her to capture her womanly assets fully in my arms. I pulled her saree and threw it away. Now she was in black petticoat and blouse in front of me. Her breathing was getting hot and rapid. I simply removed her petticoat pulling the string and unbuttoned the blouse. Her body was shining in the dim light. I massaged her pair of breasts. Reed had advised this, though he was probably sure it could be found in the host of advice books that Fiona had brought home. His fiancées had gone out for groceries, Jen in the thick of her cravings again, though he suspected she was playing it up. The bedroom wasn’t the only place she had shown a flair for the dramatic. Surveying his work with approval, he turned with a frown to the door of his room. Was that crying? Jen and Fiona must be home, the blonde in one of her mood swings again. Time. Without missing a beat he rolled us from our sides onto my belly. I was getting my ass reamed like never before, and loving it, my face was buried in the pillows, and he held my wrists in his hands pulling my arms to drive his cock deeper into me.Unfortunately he only lasted 2 or 3 minutes like this before the biggest load of cum he ever had blasted into my ass. Once he filled my bowels with baby batter, he pulled me back onto his dick holding me in place until his dick shrank and fell out of.