.. hello," I said, desperately thinking of an excuse to get rid of her.She was a professional woman raising a daughter on her own, and she said she ha... no time for a relationship. We had met one night and fucked our brains out, but when I phoned her she was always busy. That didn't stop her from phoning me, or stopping by unannounced when she felt the urge. I put up with it because she was a great fuck."What are you doing here?" I said. "Aren't you working today?" Silly boy, it's Sunday," she. He paused, considering what he was about to ask her.“Do you want to make love with me?”Her eyes flickered for a second. “Yes…” she whisperedand pressed her lips softly against his. His handgently caressed her arm and moved slowly to her breast.She turned slightly and pressed her body against his.She could feel the head of his penis pressing againsther mons. She moved them apart slowly and his erectionmoved a little ways into her. They looked into eachother’s. It wasn’t long before I heard a car pull up outside as I walked from the kitchen. I stood out of sight as Sally came back in, went to the great room and got verbally accosted by Charles. ‘And he called me a boy, he was whimpering like a school boy who got beat up’ he thought silently as Charles had his tirade and commanded Sally to get the cutters from the kitchen. The very ones he held in his hand to release his cock with. Sally turned to walk to the kitchen. Her cry is delicious before I turn and get dressed. She keeps her position as I do so but she turns her head to watch me. I can tell that she's afraid of what I might do next. Which is just where I want her.After I'm dressed I drag her a few steps to let her get a good look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is a disheveled mess, her makeup is smeared from crying, running down her whole face in black streaks. Her mouth has red lipstick smears from sucking my cock. In short, she's an absolute.