"What happened to you?" To her amazement the reply came in the discovery of a web site and curiousity on the part of her colleague. "I found that I co...ld watch men live showing themselves and I was so excited by it all, I watched for hours" she giggled,leaving the rest to imagination.This had never occurred to either woman before and they giggled about it. With the knowledge that in anonymity she could at least watch in privacy there was a potentially secret world of sex open to her.Months. Wanda tried to speak but couldn't because of the gag. "If you promise to behave I can remove the gag and answer any questionsyou may have, okay?" He asked. Wanda nodded, anything to get this thing out her mouth. The man removed the ball gag and Wanda tried to work her jaw back into actionas soon as she felt she could speak she began to yell. "You son-of-a-bitch let me out of here now." She demanded. The man said not a word he just shook his head no and replaced the ballgag. "Now that. “I am here for you aunty” was my reply and she pushed me away, but upon my insisting and rubbing her ass she said okRoom was stuffed with AC but our bodies were damn fucking hot, first I implanted a kiss on her lips and she too responded. We both smooched like dogs for 10 mins and she was catching my cock, she was way out of control and I have given what she wants. She took my hot rod into mouth and sucked it till it became hard and fully erected. Once it was completed I throwed her onto bed. I'm going to run my tongue over your pussy. Taste you. Flick your clitoris and make you come." Beneath my roving hands, my skin is electric. Sparks jump to my fingers with every gentle caress, and each jolt of energy arcs from the surface straight to my centre. Wetness flows. There's nothing I want more than to be her. I wonder what her name is. Does it matter? I think so. What would a dark Italian beauty be called? Francesca, maybe? Yes, it suits her. His voice invades the inside of my head.