She sobbed heavily for a few more minutes. I stood up and pulled up my pants. " Thank you." I said. " I hope to see you again sometime." As I walked t... the door, She meekly asked " if we could meet here again in two days." " At 9pm Wednesday night." I replied. She got dressed, trying not to look at the clerk. All the way home, She could feel her blood and cum still oozing out of her pussy reminding her of her experience. Wednesday night she parked as close to the door as She could, turned off. I am a serious bicyclist, and my muscular legs look good in the shorts and hiking boots I wear. “Just a minute, I have to go downstairs to put my dog away”. He returned a moment later, and pointed me to the basement door. As is often the case, I was left to search for the right room in the huge basement on my own. I began opening doors in my search. That was when I heard what I thought was a muffled moan coming from behind a door. I opened the door, and there was a man handcuffed to an overhead. When i looked down i could see her beautifull fingers with her freshly pollished, bright red nails, rubbing up and down my inner thigh. I looked at her and she gave me this cheekey smile and started kissing my neck. i could feel myself getting a little bit horny and i slowly started to rub the inside of her thigh. this was easy for me as she was wearing s small skirt which showed off her amazing, long brown legs.As my hand eased up her silky smooth, freshly waxed legs, my cock was slowly. I slide down her body with my lips squeezing and pinching her breasts at the same time. Then I find myself tasting her sweet, wet and perfectly formed pussy – I never tire of the sweet taste and the feel of her throbbing on my lips. She begs to come. “No not yet.” I take her to the edge and stop each time – she is struggling again the straps. I tease her with the end of my cock and then suddenly I push in deep and hard and I’m fighting the urge to explode – her pussy feels better than words can.