“Ooooooooo, Danny! Fuck me! Fuck your sister’s pussy!” she said and I let go of her tit and positioned my cock up into her pussy. She moaned lou...ly. I felt no hymen intact and figured out she wasn’t a virgin. So I started ramming into her and she went nuts.“OOOOOOOOOO! You feel so good in my pussy! Fuck me harder! Harder! Ohhhhh, fuck yeah! Slap my ass!” she said as I followed her command. Her pussy was so tight and felt so good on my cock. As I started to get tired, she held on to the. ’ ‘Could you stop calling me Ma’am?’ She huffed as in frustration not liking the authority afforded to her, it was amusing and there were very few times in my life where the rules brought me joy. Irritating her was entertaining at the very least and I wasn’t about rob myself of it if had any choice in the matter. ‘No, Ma’am I cannot.’ ‘Is there anything ‘else’ you can call me, I hate the Ma’am title.’ And I hate dumb questions, looks like we were both outta luck. ‘No Ma’am.’ As we walked down. He was the fire to sit in front of and stare into mesmerized, the drink that quenched my thirst, the home I wanted to curl up in and the song that lifted my spirits, but he was also the fresh air and wind I needed to feel in my face he was freedom with arms to hold me, the wings to make me fly. Just a wanderer and a minstrel, with a halo perched upon his horns, and sad eyes, a man of music, a man of song, a man of the night, a man with spirit and a soft voice that soothed me, and on the. I drove off, leaving the BMW parked at the roadside with the driver apparently asleep at the wheel. I discarded the ski mask onto the front seat, glad to be free from its oppressive warmth and the irritation that its coarse weave caused my unshaven features.My heart thundered within my body, the adrenaline rush leaving me slightly giddy. Everything had gone exactly to plan and the passport to untold wealth was trussed like a Christmas turkey in the back of the car. After leaving a day or two.