My mom was gone and I still had to finish cleaning the house. My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sammi. This summer just turned out to be horr...ble and even at night like this, the heat was unbearable. I was finishing up the dishes when I turned around and groaned at the fact that I still had to sweep and mop the kitchen, as well as vacuum the entire living room. This was not a good day to have this much work to do. I sighed as I grabbed the broom and started sweeping up, but started to. Then she began sliding it in and out, finger fucking her asshole until her pussy throbbed with excitement.But that was only the beginning. A few days later, Tamra had found herself – as though she had had no active will or participation in the act – walking into the adult superstore down the street from her office. She had walked in with the studied nonchalance and breeziness of the person who isn't as free as what she might pretend to be. She had stood for quite some time in front of the anal. I didn't argue when she had me sit ina chair facing away from the table and draped a hand towel across myshoulders. I was still a bit confused as she placed an ice cube againstmy right ear lobe. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her pass theneedle through the candle flame. "How odd," I remember thinking at the time.Revelation came as I felt her remove the ice cube, press the cork behindmy lobe and pushed the needle into my lobe. I didn't feel any pain assuch. I guess my mind had. I walked outside when I got off and figured she had left. I hadn’t had a delivery in about an hour so I hadn’t been to my car. I walked over towards it turned the corner and there she was sitting on top of my car in a miniskirt and strapless tube top that bare stayed up, and obviously no bra straps either so no bra still in the middle of March it was maybe 40 degrees out. She must have changed at the gas station across the street to surprise me. My dick immediately got hard as a rock and I.