I emailed Roy that I was wearing a black hoody and would be waiting for him at the petrol station and left my house with a pocket of lube and condoms....It was only 8.05 when a red Honda came into the station and stopped alongside me and rolled the window down. Inside was a middle aged man, with grey hair and beer belly. I could tell he was over 45, maybe late 50s but for some reason that just made me hornier. He asked nervously “Are you Amber?” Amber is the name I give my female persona for. Sue shouted, “No. Stop. You can’t let them do that to you, Mary.” “You can talk,” said Mary, “standing there with your cunt all prettily tattooed. I chose this design, and my master wishes me to have it done. That’s good enough reason to have it. Now, just do it, Paul, and gag her if she says anymore, please, Wendy.”Mary lay back, waiting for Paul to start. “Pull your legs up, we’ll start on the outer labia first, and then work upwards.” Mary did as she was told. The needle bit into her flesh. Her titties appeared to be just budding. As she climbed into bed with me, we kissed a bit and then we began to fuck. Marie climbed onto my throbbing cock and rode me like a wild bronc. Her pussy was oozing her cummy thick juices onto me as she rocked her hips back and forth while feeding me her delicious titties. Marie knew how to fuck and was by far the best fuck I'd had in a long time. I was soaked in her sweat as she laid down on top of me. I grabbed her hips and drove my cock deeper. I left the curtains open so we could see the stars. I was lying across the bed with my head on her lap, my finger tracing the shape of her flat tummy.We’d come up to my room and she had slowly undressed me, her tongue in my mouth most of the time. I hadn’t been wearing much after the flight to see the dog, so it wasn’t hard for her. It was harder for me. I had to undo her belt, shirt buttons, the zip of her jeans and get her socks off.We got into bed and I kissed her, pushing her mane of hair.