We needed to pick a place for the perfect first international fuck. Emma, being the person she is, wanted it to be romantic. She is a classic bookworm... and enjoyed countless tales of love, and loss, mainly from her favorite author: Jane Austen. It was a two bedroom flat, with a small kitchen, a dining room, a decent bathroom, with an awesome shower (one with multiple shower heads mounted on the wall), with sliding glass doors opening out onto a deck. We also found a pool at the end of the deck.. There were some dark points to cover, but there were capable people on it, and I was pretty adamant that they'd get to the bottom of who was behind the resurgence of ghost yetis and bone dragons near McLeod Ganj.I had been signing paper after paper concerning logistics supplies, administrative reorganization efforts and most notably, putting into full effective force the discontinuation of the practice of using those awful papal mitres and other silly hats as warding devices. We would be. I don’t care she said. I like it rough. You had your chance last night. Now let me show you what rough is. She grabbed hold of my neck and pulled back. Then as she was choking me, she proceeded to painfully fuck me. The brutal abuse she was inflicting, mixed with the dirty way she was talking and she came a few more times even before I could.At least my key holder kept her word. She kept the cage off and for the next two days my cock and balls hang free. This morning I returned home and showed. She pulled away and my dick jerked one last time and my cum hit the corner of her mouth and dribbled on her shirt. That freaked her out but I said don't worry it will dry. I wanted to fuck her there but she said when we get home. When we got to the door I whispered to my buddy that the spot on her shirt was my cum because she just gave me a dumpster bj and asked him to tell her she had a wet spot on her shirt, just to freak her out but make her hot because she knew what it was. She turned.