The bartender came over with a dry towel and set it on the table where Tara's drinks had been set, and whispered into her ear that, "it's going to be ...k young lady, Marie's got you."Tara started to stir in the firm embrace so the stranger lessened her hold a bit to allow Tara to move and do whatever it was she was going to do.Tara looked into the stranger's eyes, and thanked her profusely for letting her "be emotional"."It's ok sweetie," said the stranger. You obviously have a problem, and I'm. He intimidates me and he knows that but he finally knows what to do with it. He walks into my room and I get up and kiss him as usual but today it was different; he kissed me differently. I open my eyes and ask him what was wrong and he responds with his stern voice, "Get on your knees." I look at him confused and he repeats himself, yelling this time for me to get on my knees. I comply as he informs me that he will not be repeating himself again tonight. Then he comes to my eye level and wraps. “Is this your first time?” I asked from where I stood. I already knew the answer. I had paid good money for ‘yes’ to be the answer. “Y-yes,” she stammered. “This is my first time.” She looked up from her feet and surveyed the room. Red carpet covered the floors and the walls were blank white. In the center, there was a bed that was lit with a spotlight that hung from the ceiling. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m not sure what to do.” I smiled at her. “Take off your shoes,” I said. She. “Fuck that teenage cunt. Fuck it.” Bumfelt went at her harder. His tight balls bounced against her ass. His thighs slapped against hers. The feel of the hold-ups against his skin exciting him further. Driving him closer to his own climax. He used Fingerdoo. He put her legs over his shoulders. Leaned forwards, drove deeper, grinding and slamming into her with each of her moans. He took Fingerdoo’s pert tits in his hands. “Harder,” she rasped. “Fucking harder.” Bumfelt drove on. Harder and deeper.