Your fingers ease down from my clit and two easily sink into my pussy, the feeling is almost euphoric but I can't let out a moan of appreciation as yo...'re gripping me so tight. You're cock is still rubbing against my arse cheek and somewhere in the midst of euphoria my hand has left the safety of your shaft and is grasping your balls really tightly. I tug on them in appreciation of your fingers entering my sopping cunt, you let out a husky moan as you move towards my ear, you nibble my ear. But, things had to change. On Monday, I went into work with an idea forming in my head. Dressed in my usual grey, skirt suit, white shirt, neutral tights and black sensible shoes, I strode into the building. Jeff was on the desk. He was a tall, strongly built man, with dirty blonde hair and light coloured eyes (I’d never really registered their exact colour). He was Polish and always looked as though he’d barely had any sleep because he’d been up all night fucking, drinking, taking a whole. I’ve only just arrived in this city from the Midwest. I came for, of all reasons, I met a married woman on the Internet. She’s young, early 30/s, blonde, attractive (36C-26-34) and really likes old black men. Funny how I wound up here, an old white guy, also married, traveling 2000 miles for this meeting. I must be crazy…but then again this one may well be worth it. You see I feel attractive women are meant to be possessed…not used, possessed. They are meant to serve and through that service. "Damn that was close," she muttered, noticing her hands were trembling."It's going to get worse, darling," he held her. He felt her body quivering in his arms. He stroked her hair happy that she had a performance this evening.The girls exited the church service in an orderly manner. Then the kids who were Roman Catholic would be using the same facility. Emily, now recovered, Patricia, Carol and Emma were free for the rest of the day."I think you should write your mum," Carol advised Emma."Then.