When I return to her, I grab her by the hair and tell her tokneel on the third step facing up. She complies. I grab her by the hair andplace my forear... against her back; I force her face into the stairs. She is still wearing the skirt she wore to work. I pull herskirt up and tell her to hold it up. Her ass looks great in a nice pair ofboy-shorts. I slap her ass hard. She jumps and I slap it again. After 10smacks, I rip her boy-shorts down to her knees and force my fingers into herwet cunt. She. Feeling the rough, wet patch of your G spot. You moan when my fingers first press against it. I decide now is the time. I want you to fucking cum for me. I want you to fucking cum all over my fucking hands. Right here in this room. With everyone watching… I pick up the pace to a furious tempo. My fingers rubbing strong and fast against your clit. My fingers pressing deeper and deeper into your pussy. My fingers fucking you faster and faster… I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers so hard. Youre. I thought that Rita had fallen asleep but it appeared that I was mistaken. After about an hour of lying down Rita pulled me towards her and asked: “kya tum sachmuch mujhe nahin chodoge?” (will you really not fuck me)?Then she moved her hand towards my cock and held it in her hand from over my pyjama and finding it hard and erect said: “pines to tumhara khada hai phir kyon nahin chodtey?” (your cock is very hard then why you do not fuck me). I said: tumhin ne to kaha tha ki no sex to main. I wander around the room, gazing at photos, checking the books on the shelf, and humming along with the soft music pouring from the stereo. A gust of air fans the flames in the fireplace as the door opens and you enter. You look comfortable and inviting in a white dress shirt, unbuttoned to reveal your strong chest, and a pair of blue jeans. I am glad I kicked off my shoes at the door. A bottle of wine in your hand and that sly smile on your face set me immediately at ease. I.