I didn’t say a word and I moved myself up and down on his rock hard tool. I was riding him so hard but was in so much pleasure that I didn’t notic... how much I was banging my knees against the console and the door. I didn’t care even when I did notice. His cock felt SO good. ‘Shouldn’t I be wearing a condom?’ He asked. I just kept riding him as my response. I wasn’t giving up that skin-on-skin feeling for anything and we had fucked last time bareback anyway. About ten minutes of this was all he. I had just come out of a bad relationship and was feeling very lonely and horny one Sunday morning, I was doing my usual to relive that itch, I put on a corset and clad my legs in my favourite stockings and slowly started stroking my cock. I had a few drinks the night before so my inhibitions were down, despite my head hurting and I wished somebody could see me dressed up, being seen wearing stockings is a big turn on. I was browsing videos when I thought I would take a look the Mistress I had. ” Inside, she cringed, it was a rubbish line but she only needed to break the ice. “Uh, Ok, erm thanks.” replied Harry bashfully, “You’re not a student then?” “Erm, no. I’m a professional sculptor, well, sculptress.” “Oh? I see.” “Well, I take commissions but still do a little bit of teaching on the side.” Her vintage cotton dress pressed tightly against her body flaunted her taut curves and plenty of naked flesh. Helplessly, he was drawn into her breasts, he paused to admire them. Is she finished yet? Hell no! She supervises washing the sewer water off the victim, washing his face and hair herself. Keep in mind she's still naked and covered with sewer slime all this time. Then she supervises the guys who hose her off."Then Ken grinned broadly and asked, "What do you suppose happened next? Well, she looks around and the ambulance hasn't arrived yet, so all we could do was wait. Now she starts bawling like her heart would break. While I hold her tightly in my arms she's.