Finally, desperation overtook her she rang again, “Mr Green please…” There was no excuses this time, this time he knew instantly what she wanted... cutting her excuses short, he snapped “1 hour, 2pm, and be in better undies this time, oh and stockings , I love stockings!” the phone died, she felt like a beggar, and a cheap whore, rolled into one, she replaced the phone on its cradle , tears in her eyes as one of her flatmates entered, Joanne always the mothering type “you OK Claire? She wiped her. I replied: yeeeessss pleeeease !!!He got a condom, put some lube on his huge dick and started pushing it against my hole...As it was really big I did not resist and tried to relax the maximum I could....He kept pushing it in bit by bit and letting my tight arse accommodate it completely.After a while, he was completely inside me and started to slowly pulling it out and in; I begged to him to fuck me hard and rough as he could.... And he did it... ooohhh yeessss.My Godness !!!! It was like he. Two very large men were waiting to escort Peggy and me inside. They did not hide their lascivious looks at Peggy. They ignored me as they led her to the elevator just inside the foyer of the restaurant. The elevator was crowded with the bulk of the goons. They both took advantage of the propinquity to rub against my wife’s ass and tits. I could only watch Peggy’s face as she endured the insult. My manhood was inconsequential to those gorillas; they had the upper hand and knew it.The elevator. She was looking smartly butch in a black dinner suit with frilly shirt and plain bow-tie. As she’d admitted, there wasn’t so much choice for women who wanted to dress like a man. Because so much casual clothing was unisex, you were pretty much forced to go for the suit-and-tie combination. “I did try a cowboy outfit once,” she’d confessed, “but I just looked like a member of a bad Village People tribute act.”“Come on then, guys,” said Calum. He went over to the doorman and greeted him like an.