He pinned me to the wall, his mouth and his hands all over me. I returned his kisses with an excitement that took me by surprise. He whispered, ‘Let...��s go back to your room,’ but I protested that my boyfriend would come looking for me there. ‘You know what? I owe you! I never forget an unreciprocated hand job! Over there,’ I commanded, pushing him around the corner into a totally secluded, dark recess behind the building. I fell to my knees in front of him, and reached for his zipper. Cupping. Then just like that, he pulls his hand away, grabs my hips and pulls me on him. He is instantly so deep in me, I know that he will have me screaming in no time. He pulls my hair back and says that he has wanting to fuck me ever since our first meeting. I know that this man can't be my ther****t anymore but I don't care his cock is like a perfect jigsaw with my vagina. He grabs on to my boobs, which I has previously removed from my bra and pulls my hair hard so that I wince. He grunts at me and. I knew he was liking the view of my bodacious breasts. I could see a bulge in his pants. He was getting off while I did the cheers.“Sandy, how about we go into the hot tub? I bet your muscles are really sore.”“I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I'm only wearing my thong."“Once you're in the tub, I wont even be able to see. Leave your thong on dear."“A soda would be great!”“Why don’t you get yourself all set up and I’ll bring you a soda. See you in a minute.”I walked out to the hot tub. I kind of. He roughly grasped both her wrists and clasped them together in one huge powerful fist. Although she fought a little, she was powerless to resist. She heard the rattle of cold steel and felt its kiss upon her wet skin as her sleeves were raised and her wrists cuffed behind her back. He pushed himself to her so that his slim body was grinding into her feminine curves through her heavy overcoat. With her cuffed hands she could clearly feel the hardness of his cock straining beneath the material..