She pushed me back into the stall and started kissing me and groping my breasts. “Elaine stop, we can’t do this here come on let’s go back to...my place.” I told her as I try and push away from her and stop her roaming hands. It seemed like she had four hands. I steadily tried to stop her. I’d move one hand away from me and before I could stop her, she was right back at my breasts rubbing my nipples or her hand would be between my legs. It seemed as if her hands were everyone at once. . And reached for the beer. She pulled it back and said no this isn't it. I just stood there , well what is it I asked. She sat the beer down on the table and turned around and bent over at the waist. The she took her hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing a very wet pussy. I asked is that what I think it is? She said taste it and see. I dropped down on my knees and burried my face in what turned out to be a freashly fucked pussy. I went in hard and almost pushed her down. I got a good. Despite losing a lot of that bitchiness, Sandy Turner still had this trait. "I'm sorry you're not well, Mrs. C," she said, reverting back to her old nickname for her boyfriend's Mom. "What can we do to help?" I'll be OK, Sandy." Derek tells me that Mr. C's not coming home tonight. Let us help. The three of us are pretty good cooks. We can whip something up for you and Derek." But Sandy..." Come on, Mom, let us help. You just sit back and relax. We'll take care of everything," smiled her. She had caught my attention through her personal profile. I sensed that she was prime, made to be owned, used and a worshipper of her lover.We began the usual chat but something clicked as she realized that at the other end of the keyboard was someone that could satisfy her cravings...The conversation turned to what many consider primal: a Man overpowering His female and regarded by many as BDSM.Fact is that in our times, the instinctive nature of sex is overlooked. The human a****l is no.