Christine let go of her ass cheeks and reached between her legs to rub her clit madly while she steadied herself with her free arm. She could feel his...hips slamming into her ass and it was driving her wild. Holy shit Mr. V can really fuck! His wife is so lucky. I wish he could fuck me like this everyday. Fuck I'm going to cum. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Christine gasped as she was cumming. Vasiliev felt Christine buck as she orgasmed and couldn't contain his eruption any longer. He quickly pulled. ” I said and put all the $125.00 on the counter, “One day’s wages for a quick little flash.”“Where? Not here, people will see.” She said pointing to the large glass window.“You can stand right there,” I said. “ I will be right here on this side of the counter." She took a step back and looked around. “Here?”“No one can see you there, just me.” I smiled at her. She eyed the money on the counter.“Take it.” I said. She reached out and picked the money off the counter and stepped back. I was. That was not ordinary. We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and preen. Sweat pants. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after. Even though it was great and I was more taken in with her than any woman I had been with, it never left my mind about the danger. That might have even added to it. I won't try to give you a blow by blow of what happened during the next nine months that this went on, but will instead give you a little series of short stories that covers those events of interest.CAUGHT!!O-o-o-h-h, yes. He might have been unkempt and inattentive, but he wasn't stupid or blind. We were into it for less than two.