.. The bed?” she said, nervously.I nodded. “Get a good look at it now, because you won’t have time later, even when you’ve got your face burie... in the covers while I pound you from behind. Because that’s what you want? Isn’t it? That’s why you’re here, right? You want to get fucked. You want me to fuck you like I fucked your friends. You want me to give you the best damn night of your life. Well? Is that what you want?”She shivered. I smiled.“Do you know what the French call orgasms?”She shook. He looked into her eyes, ‘Are you ready to be made love to, my beautiful lady?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Will you guide me in? I will go as fast or slow as you wish. You’re in control.’ Rob felt her take his cock in her hand, and guide it into her pussy. ‘You can start if you like’ Rob pushed forward and felt Sue’s pussy lips get dragged in and form a vacuum ‘Go slow, I haven’t done this is years. Are you sure you want to do this? You can still leave.’ ‘Sue, will you be quiet and enjoy this. Forget all. I wore spiky black heels, that didn’t do anything to help me balance as I looked uncertainly around the room. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed me and squeezed my tit. I looked up to see who it was, but a hand quickly went over my eyes. I felt several more hands groping at my body, squeezing and poking at me and tearing at my clothes. They left me in a thong and bra and dragged me across the room roughly, to a dirty mattress in the middle of the room. Now, the one who had covered my eyes moved so. One advertisement called to me again and again: "Good-looking professional, 26, who enjoys romantic encounters in dark theaters with mature women who remember the days of candlelight and roses. Let's share a bottle of fine, properly aged wine together and discuss our interests."Tamara groaned when I pointed it out to her. "Kim, you're old enough to be that man's mother," she said as she jabbed her scarlet fingernail at the number 26. It was true, alas. I didn't like to remember it, but my own.