He knew, even if she did not, where she was headed—-he could feel the anticipatory release quivering in her. The water knew, too, and continued un...bated to persuade her culmination. The tremors that instantly consumed her came without further warning, starting deep inside her womanhood, radiating outwards and through her, washing over her, coursing through the very core of her being. After a seeming eternity of blissful waves of pleasure, as the last ripples washed over her, the water. They greeted me with a smile. The house was clean and tidy. They had turned their dining table into massage table by putting soft fabric blankets on it. There was a pillow on the table to rest the head. Isha was wearing a white cotton towel that started from the top of her boobs and ended just above her knee. She was wearing noodle strap red bra inside and I thought she might be wearing same red color panty too. I have seen few women like this but most of them were middle aged women in out of. The randy smell of his cock and balls turned me on, and I kept sucking his cock as he started to push it into my mouth and pull back slowly. While I was sucking his cock, I was pulling my own cock faster and faster, and just before I was going to cum, he unloaded several spurts of hot creamy cum into my mouth. It wasn't enough to fill my mouth so I swallowed it a little at a time to see what it tasted like. It wasn't bad at all, it kinda turned me on even more, knowing that I had just sucked my. So there I was; with a BIG smile J on my face and stumbling down the road pissed and happy. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind and a big hand went over my mouth, I tried to scream but I couldn’t, I was being dragged down behind one of the buildings on Frishman Street, where it was dark and dirty. I couldn’t see anything my head was in a whirl and my heart was racing and I couldn’t fight against this big man. He bent me over some dustbins at the back of this building and I could hear him.