I was sure that I had never had anything inside me that was as thick as he was stretching my pussy, because he still was pressing against the walls, p...shing outwards. And though I was scared, and nervous, I was also leaking. I was so excited, and he was pleased.He suddenly pulled his fingers out of my pussy, reached down and took hold of my arms. He lifted me up onto my knees as he stood up. Reaching down he took my nightgown and pulled it over my head. Suddenly I was naked in front of this. .His desires did not go away. Any time he saw a pretty young girl hestill imagined what it would be like to be her. And when he was withAnna, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to trade placeswith her, especially in bed. Yes, the feelings were still there, andthey were as strong as ever. And still, nobody had a clue.A small alarm started to go off. Donald looked down at his watch andconfirmed that his lunch hour was just about over and he needed to getback to the office. . All the time my cock was in semi erect state due to constant friction with my jeans.I rang the bell and as expected was greeted by my sex goddess dressed to kill. She was wearing transparent black net saree with matching blouse which showed her naked skin at the right place. I could see her navel which had a tatto around it. She welcomed me by giving a tight hug. And my God I could feel her large breasts crushing my chest. She was smelling heavenly. Her perfume totally intoxicated my senses. My. Mr. Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his eyes a contest, a struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, unwearying struggle, congenial to his tastes.Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children, which may happen to the most honest people; either relatives or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived alone in his house in Saville Row, whither none penetrated. A single domestic sufficed to serve him, with a woman coming in thrice.