.. I'm sure you'll never go back..." "Yes! Yes Peter. I want you... please?!" He grasped my hips and hesitated. "Once I start you, I have to finish...... "Yes... please!" Tears had formed and were now running down my cheeks. I had never wanted something so much before. Peter could tell and finally he gave me what I wanted. He took a deep breath and shot his hips forward forcefully, grunting with the exertion. The pain was astounding. White-hot bolts of agony melted my knees and caused me to. The angle at which I was fucking her got me in deep, but, I wanted deeper. Five more pokes in her rear, and I pulled out, and turned her over, handing her ankles to her. I lined it up again, and drove it home. I quickly picked up a rhythm I could work with for a while, sawing in and out of her ass, getting faster and faster. I reached down, and started rubbing her clit with my thumb. It must have been better than when she did it herself, because she had a large orgasm, where she would scream,. As I was gaining back my sensations, I realized that my hands were tied on a metal collar around my neck and that I was lying on a rough wooden floor. "Get up Severin!" As I tried to stand, I also became aware that I was wearing some kind of very high hills shoes. "Good boy. As you know, we are getting married tomorrow, and I prepared for you tonight the most incredible stag night you could think of. Did I hear think you?" "Thank You Goddess Manuela." I uttered. "Let me tell you what I have in. Barefoot wearing only a sexy nightgown and panties meant Laura was going for sex, pure and simple sex, no excuses possible. Their return trip, with Upper Floor holding her panties and brandy in one hand and her bottom in his other, confirmed their sex play, but no neighbors saw them. Laura knew she almost, she wanted to, fucked Upper Floor at her doorway during their parting kiss. Final thoughts of playroom and balcony came to mind as Laura drifted off to sleep. Everything about Upper Floor’s.