She clinked her glass against his, a little too hard, spilling some champagne onto her hand. ‘Champagne sir?’ Emboldened by his lack of a respons..., she offered her hand to him. He met her gaze with a smile and shook his head. ‘Belinda, you’re very drunk and I think that this,’ he paused, ‘this thing between us should wait until you’re more in control of your decision making faculties.’ She pulled her hand back, then without breaking the eye contact slowly licked the champagne residue from her. .I'm not...Sir i"He told her not to worry, no pics of her slut ass would go out. Though he knew she would hate and love it at the same time. "I need a drink bitch, now."He asked if she was thirsty and she nodded. He grasped a handful of her hair and yanked her head back only saying "open" . He took a large drink from his bottle then leaned forward and spat the beer into her mouth. She swallowed and thanked him. He took a drink , then took another and spat it into her mouth again. This. It didn’t matter, he forcibly put his hands on you. Sarita says so when did you move into the building. I said about four months ago. I got a new IT Computer job not far from the train station that I drop you off at. I asked Sarita , so what kind of work do you do in the city. Sarita says she is a commercial artist. But as a hobbyist I am an artist. I said nice , you have a profession that you like and is also a hobby. I then said excuse me let me get the wine. I then bring back two wine. Deep into that delicious hole, stretching it, not stopping this time, giving her its entire length, my movement slow but firm.She screams. She promised that she'd scream, and she does. A long heartfelt sound of pleasure, loud and abandoned, turning into words."Ahh! YESSS! Ahhh!" Her words are mixed with her cries, the syllables of each blending into each other. Between each cry, I slide the dildo from her before plunging it deep inside again. I'm kneeling next to her, supporting my body over.