The red silk ribbons that held me securely added to her possession. She spread my thighs further, never letting her lips leave my wetness. She slipped...her finger inside as she began to suck on my rosebud faster. I was overcome. This beautiful woman was giving me exactly what I needed and as I thought of her I wanted to kiss her and touch her. I could feel a climax building inside of me but I was not ready for this delicious encounter to be over. "Ling, please, let me kiss you, remove my. "You're hurt." Of course I am," I said. "You would be too, if you dropped from a tree." No," she said. "Your stab wound."I must have turned four shades of red. She held the cheeks of my bum open and was staring at my arse hole."That's my arsehole, silly." Was it possible she could be that naive.She pressed a finger lightly against it. "It doesn't hurt?"It didn't hurt. As a matter of fact it felt wickedly delightful. I had never had anyone touch me there in such a manner. Who would?"Of course it. The service she went thru had big cocks on all the guys. She never made it to dinner with her last escort. But she was royally fucked by the time the evening was over.She got in the limo and gave the driver the address. When they got to his place he was waiting and got in the limo with her and gave her a big kiss and told her "You are even sexier in person. You look delicious." She smiled and told him "I sure hope you find me delicious. You look sexually amazing." They kissed a few more times.. The shorts were pink with yellow trim and had the words ?Booty? written across the back in red glitter letters. They were so worn that small holes had formed in the fabric around the crotch. Above this Mrs Amsel would be wearing a tight white t-shirt with the words ?I BBC!? in brown letters. Both girls thought this might be pushing it but they were confident such a stuck up woman wouldn't know the abbreviation BBC wasn't referring to TV.Well it had taken a lot of planning, speed, skill and.