Her unabashed joy at anal coupling and a predilection for posterior paddling made her aces in my book and I felt honored to have her as a permanent ho...se guest. Our age difference made any thought of wedding bells much to amusing to even consider. In the event you do not remember or have not read the first part of this story, allow me to fill you in on her physical features and her strength of character.Belinda was famous for her athletic exploits and had represented the UK at the Olympics on. “Let me examine this underestimated part of you now.” He teased.He rammed his cock up me doggy style. No slow start this time.“Oh, fuck that’s big…so fucking big….” I screamed.I had a concern. I didn’t want annal sex with him at that point. I hadn’t brought any lube. That would have hurt. I think they would have phoned for the police, thinking I was getting abused, as I would have screamed the Hotel down.I was already concerned, as well about the extent of my screams so far today. It just felt. "Is you and I have been spending much more time together...evenif it does involve doing things that I would rather not do." Anything else?" she pressed."I guess when this is all over I'll have a greater appreciation for youand other women and what it takes to dress and look as you must." That is so sweet and insightful. If you would only look at this as agreat adventure you might find it interesting and perhaps evenenjoyable," she noted."I doubt that very seriously!" he retorted."Like it or. It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night (with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged with male lust. I came on my fingers twice as I imagined what Otis could do to me with his huge weapon.It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle Otis'.