I was ready at five, champing at the bit, dying for a drink to calm down but aware that I shouldn’t arrive apparently half drunk. I forced myself to...read my book and watched a bit of French TV. It was a ten-minute walk to her place so I left at 7:30, bought the best Cabernet Sauvignon I could find in the little supermarket and had a quick beer in the village before knocking on her door on the stroke of eight.No reply. I knocked again. Still nothing.Then I heard the patter of footsteps on the. ...........do you want to see some more pictures? I have a lot............"What could any f******n-year-old boy say?"Come on, this is kind of personal..............do you want to see my room? "Bruce, Rachel, and I took the whole cardboard box of porn and traipsed off to my bedroom. We flopped on our tummies on the bed, sharing the pictures like they were the Sunday funnies..........there was a lot of "Oh, god, look at her...." and " I could never do that.........." "I knew that there was a big. The loss of control in itself was an intense high that i somehow enjoyed despite the pain and humiliation i was feeling.I don't know how long she fucked me for. It felt like hours but in reality was probably 15 minutes. Suddenly, as she was thrusting in and out of me her cock slipped out of me and i clenched my hole shut so she she couldn't re enter. The relief was a immense and i suddenly felt enormously grateful as she once again rubbed her prick along my crack."Ok, lay on your back and wank. . scared? Panicked?…Oh fuck, I’ve still got my cock down her throat, now I hear her trying to breath through her nose and feel her throat pulsing on my cock, trying to gag… I see a huge glob of saliva dribbling down and dripping off my ballsack..So close to exploding now I was off in my own trance.. I snap back I pull her hair back, freeing my cock from her throat, there’s a cough, splutter and deep breath and a moan all at once..Then her arm wrapped around me, her hand grabbing my ass so hard.