He was at the bar talking to a few men, she looked back at me and shyly said, "No one has ever asked me to." I leaned close to her ear, inhaled her pe...fume and whispered, "Consider yourself asked." I heard her soft gasp, but she didn't pull away when I placed my hand on her knee under the tablecloth. No one could see my hand caressing her knee and begin to move up her leg under her dress and along the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh. She let out another soft sigh as she parted her legs to. Later she told me this is what first caught her attention. She winked. My heart stopped. My world stopped. In the words of Hendrix “this foxy little heart breaker” stood maybe 5’8, slim, late 20’s, eyes fierce with life and hunger. A Media girl. Two days later we met while I was working at a jazz gig. Finn Peter was playing. She had told me she had a boyfriend at home in London when I first met her. My heart was in my mouth as she turned up. Why was she here? Why was she coming? These thoughts. I make her strip in front of me showing of all her curves then grab her hair pulling it hard forcing her face back to my cock, she was loving it so knowing this I turn her around force her up against a wall a stick dick straight in her hairy pussy with no pre play telling her to take it like the slur she is.I am really fucking her hard from behind slapping her ass pulling her hair and calling her a fucking slut as she taking it like a real whore as I reach around and grab her throat I start. His usually uncommunicative features melted into an unaccustomed and somewhat sinister smile. The contortions of his face as he tried to convey an uncharacteristic message of benevolence were almost frightening in their ineptitude."Would you like a drink, my dear Veronica? I know it's early in the day, but how about a spot of the old bubbly. Don't refuse!"He got up and went into his secretary's sanctum, returning with a pair of glasses and a large bucket, in which reposed, among many lumps of.