Quickly opening it,he sought the identification he knew he would find inside. He foundher driver's license. He stared at the picture on the license,...whichlooked exactly like the girl reflected by the mirror. "It's me?"whispered Mel. But still, he wondered why she looked so familiar.He looked for her name on the license.Melanie Whitaker.A light dawned."Melanie???" said Mel quietly. "Now, wait one minute."He ran back to his PC, then stared at the picture that now filled thescreen following. You start to writhe around on my lap as you feel my cock bulging, I run my hand up the inside of your thigh to feel how hard you are and I start to play. "Please miss don't hurt me"Secretly she was loving it and loved being dominated and violated her fantasies come true..."You'll do as I say my pathetic whore c***d, I own you"By now I have you sat bum on the edge of the sofa you lying back legs spread and your cock throbbing through white panties visible through the black but see through. Simultaneously, my partner’s absence reminded me of the mischievous affairs I had when I was single.I was on my computer looking for a prospective website quicker than an incestuous premature ejaculator son shooting the load off his dick upon watching the big curvy ass of his cheating mother whilst she is having a bath, after having a rough shag with the neighbour. After some intense internet surfing, my search results took me to the webpage of “Delhi Sex Chat” website.For the next ten minutes,. When I looked up, she looked like a different person, she was wearing a slight smile and looked almost relaxed. I couldn't help asking, "What?" After hesitating for a moment, she said, "It's been several years since I last wanted a man to find me sexy. And now that it suddenly matters again, I can't tell you how good it feels to see you get interested." "Any time I can help you feel better is a good time for me. I'm beginning to understand how bad some of the things in your past were. .