She didn’t need to say anything, the look in her eyes told me she would offer no resistance.I quickly got on top of her and we both gasped as I fill...d her with my manhood. This time it was less fierce and more loving and slow. With my newfound stamina I relished the touch of her love canal as I took slow deep thrusts within her. After we had made love for a time I picked up the pace and fucked her nice and hard. I thrust with renewed vigor as she writhed and shuddered beneath me. This is. That’s it. Nothing more. I sensed the absence of enthusiasm in her voice, but chose to ignore it. I hoped things would be back the way they were once I got the job.We had sex that night. It was disgusting, half-hearted sex. No foreplay, no kissing. Just me pumping into Stella’s cunt like a beast, without a moan of appreciation. She hardly looked into my eyes. I came, and we slept. That was last night.And now it was past.Today is what matters. And today is my interview. I wake up to what could. Leaving girl to balance below the branch I look around the clearing some more picking up a few twigs and leave, making a careful bundle of them and then wrapping them tight in a couple of elastic band to hold them in a tight pack. Running My hand back and forth over one end of the bundle I feel the different sensations, soft and harsh, from the leaves and twigs wrapped together. Moving back towards the waiting whimpering girl I begin to caress her soft flesh with the end of the bundle. . Ze wilde Merel eigenlijk het liefst ontlopen. Beetje raar om een praatje te maken met de vrouw van de man op wie ze zich nu al een keer of vijf had klaargevingerd. Haar fantasieën waren steeds wilder geworden. Ze was in haar gedachten al in alle standjes door Mark geneukt, hij werd steeds veeleisender voor wat betreft haar beschikbaarheid, hij noemde haar allerlei namen waar ze erg opgewonden van werd (“mijn gewillige teefje”), en in haar fantasie had hij allerlei geile setjes van Merel voor.