I pushed my finger deep in her oozing vagina and masturbated her methodically. After she had had a few delicious releases, and had overcome the dull a...he in her arse, I removed my finger and licked it. It tasted like honey and nectar mixed together. I wiped her pussy and the thighs repeatedly with my finger and scooped up the juice to my hungry mouth till all the precious juice had been disposed off. It was time to proceed with the main event that is of buggering her arse thoroughly. I decided. Living in the halls was great, our security was protected by a concierge who guarded the entrances to the individual halls, where the females slept.I arrived back around 2am in the morning, something I found out the next morning when I made enquiries. I could remember getting to my door and going inside, after that nothing.In the back of my head I could hear a phone ringing, then what appeared to be much much later, having sex and settling into a rhythm which was soothing and pleasing.The. .. or worse, much, much worse... "I'll drive myself into Gary," she replied in an icy tone."Listen, you bitch," the egotistical motorcycle club manager snarled, but the phone suddenly clicked and went dead. His temper ignited when he saw that he wasn't going to have his own way after all. Even after fucking the hell out of his wife Clare last night, his loins still burned with desire for this unavailable blonde, and as he sat drinking, he'd convinced himself that tomorrow he'd be fucking her. Are you sure? he wants to ask again, but he knows better. Anne rarely does anything she's not sure of.Greensleeves is playing on the stereo, and he takes her hand and bends low over it, like a Renaissance courtier. "Gentle lady, I am yours to command."In the bedroom, Anne shifts from one foot to the other. She's grinning just a little too wide, and Elliot suspects that he is, too. He notices how she touches things - fingertips to the bed, back of her hand against the dresser - to orient herself.