He seemed to be enjoying playing with her and she certainly enjoyed being played with, but would he want more than just heavy petting and playful teas...ng?"Mmm, I love what you're doing to me, baby… your fingers feel so good down there. You know, if you're interested in maybe something more than just sticky fingers, I get off work in about an hour, and you can come to my place just down the street. Or we can go to your place if you like. Either way, I will show you a real good time," she. Then, he tried to convince himself that she was not the most beautiful creature in the world. The thought was absurd so he discarded it. She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet were clad in high heeled clogs that were showing off her delicate ankles. Peter fixed his gaze on the pristine rosiness of her rounded heels. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering how a human being could be so perfect. She turned into a deserted side street. Peter quickened. They pooled and ran down her face as she looked up at her young captor through wide eyes. “Please Jess,” she pleaded pathetically. “Just let me free, and we will say no more about this.” There were two vertical poles about four feet apart in the centre of the room and Miss D’Haviland looked from side to side to heavy white ropes which bound both of her wrists to the poles. Jess had spread her legs and bound both of her ankles to the poles too. The older woman had put up a fight at first, but. .fucking fill me up...breed my ass. Be the first one to empty into it!!" I begged.He groaned and strained against me and as he buried himself deep into me I felt him clench up and then explode. His cock quivered and pulsed and I felt his hot cum splash into my ass, it filled me up and he kept shooting blast after blast into me. I moaned in pleasure as I held his shaft tightly with my worn muscles until he flopped back and was spent. I pumped him into my ass a few more times."Damn....that was.