Mike was on his way home from town on his day off, when he spotted the 30 something year old in sport leggings that showed off her firm ass and slende... legs while her light rain jacket covered most of her upperbody he noticed there was potential for a nice pair of tits under it, her fiery red hair which was the first thing to grab his attention blew slightly in the wet wind. Then he seen or beautiful brown eyes and he just had to stop and see if she was ok out in this rotten weather. Amy. I couldn’t tell her about the tits, bums and legs that I had been watching virtually all day long. “You must be a little tired,” she commented, “Why don‘t you put your dressing gown on and come and join me for a relaxing cup of tea and biscuits in the conservatory. It‘s nice and warm in there at the moment the sun‘s been on it all afternoon.” It sounded like a superb idea. “I think I will,” I replied and off I trotted up the stairs to my room to get changed. It seemed rather liberating to be. His boss had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a wanted drug smuggler. Quince and Simonds would split the proceeds of this final run of restricted drugs for the black market and then go their separate ways.Quince would get the lion's share of the takings, but what Simonds would get would set him up for life. He found the idea of having a different body very strange, but he realised the necessity for such an extreme disguise. It was based on a well-built male over fifteen years. I felt a complete slut, on my knees in just stockings, suspenders and heels with a man I had met just over twenty-four hours ago fucking my mouth.I went to steady myself with my hands on him.He brushed them away saying, “Put them behind your back.”Without any protest, I did. In doing so we both knew I was his to use as he wanted.His thrusts slowly got deeper and faster, and after every few, he would push deeper, and I could feel him touching the back of my throat making me gag. When he did, he.