The blow isn’t that hard. Hard enough to elicit your first, grateful gasp. But your centre of gravity is off; you think the chair is going over. Of ...ourse: it doesn’t, but you forget to utter the number: one.“Oh dear. Start again…”Of course we have some beautiful bits and pieces. ‘Objet’. Decanters- vintage, of course; glasses. Table linen. Staying with the Scandi-chic feel: all designed to give your dining room that effortless charm...‘Three’.‘Good girl...’Through distraction, it has taken you. Somehow I’d have to find out, hopefully without bedding the girl. However a part of me, a small part, was almost eager to try. I considered asking Anima, but my gut told me she would be no help.As I crossed the street to the dealership, my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Leanne, telling me she’d chosen her car. I didn’t bother to reply, given that I was all of five seconds away. The first thing I noticed inside was that the salesman sitting with my sister had a slightly dazed looked on. Once the head was in I looked up at her restful face, still asleep and about to be torn into consciousness as my cock was about to tear through her little cunt.I took a deep breath and slammed my cock into her cunt. Her eyes flew open and I covered her mouth with my hand to avoid her from screaming. She looked afraid, and panicked, and confused. I continued to pump away at her cunt while she gathered to make out what was going on. I leaned down close to her ear and whispered "Do you like that. I was light headed and slightly giddy in such a highly charged state of mind and sexual arrousal. I walked over to the far corner of the balcony, at its darkest point and without looking back at the approaching figure, some 10 steps behind me, leant out on the balcony rail and cluching my wine glass with both hands, I closed my eyes and waited for him to take me. This act of total surrender, of offering my body to a man for his, and my own, sexual gratification, is part of what drives me even.