Monica somewhat behaving like a teen until she broke away and went to the en-suite to put on her sexy lingerie ready for some action. She appeared aga...n our in our then favorite white corset, white stockings and matching tiny bikini panties, looking oh so fucking hot as she got back beside her boyfriend. After a little more chit chat and ensuring Nigel the Monica was all his the couple before me started. The room silent except the the sound of passionate lips kissing, Nigel went straight into. It wasn't but seconds later, under her continued pampering, that I reached orgasm number one! Feeling her breasts as she pressed me close, we embraced as I trembled in her arms with uninhibited pleasure... my echoed moans working their way from my mouth. Once again her breath wafted across my ear as she whispered "May we move to the bedroom?" Anticipating this might occur, he had again prepared the suite... this time, for our eventual arrival. The covers already turned down, we made our way to. I grabbed onto her love handles and thrust into her. I knew that she didn’t want it slow or gentle, that she wanted it quick and forceful. As I thrust my cock into her contorted pussy I told her about her raise (she thanked me), that it would cost her those black panties (she agreed), and that I would have to fuck her once a week from then on. She then started to negotiate for more money. If I expected to fuck her five times a week with her bent over like that in my office and the great. . bit of a nightmare though, she's really c***dish.”“What do you expect from an 18-year-old?” I laughed. “How old are you?”“32. I was born on Christmas Day 1982. I am the Brown Jesus!”“I was born in July 1983 so you're six months older than me.”“Wow. You have really nice tits you know. How come they're not all saggy like my mum's tits?”“Maybe because I haven't had k**s yet?! Dickhead!”Initially he told me he was from Kabul but that turned out to be a joke. In reality he was born in Leicester.