’ Brushing her knees off, she turned around to look at the imposing man in her hallway and thought that being under his control might not be as bad ...s she’d imagined. Instead of saying anything of the sort, she simply told him, ‘Lucky for you, I have a guest room.’ She gave him the nickel tour of her two bedroom, two bath apartment. Admittedly it wasn’t a Penthouse, but she knew it was expensive nonetheless. When she’d asked for an apartment in the Garment District, she had expected a studio or. So, here you are, at 49 so sexually frustrated that you cannot even concentrate on your job and no possibly solution on the horizon. Your hormones, if nothing else, tell you exactly what you need to regain your power of concentration.To put it in simple, basic terms you need to get fucked. You need some moronic stud to lay nine inches of All-American muscle into you. You need to lay on your back with your knees splayed apart and your cunt totally exposed while some nameless, faceless walking. Let's go eat before Alice throws it out to the hogs." Oh, John, we don't have any hogs, but I get your point."As we dressed and walked back to the house, I wondered how many people were going to tumble to what had happened in the pool. Martha was wearing a grin so big that it was obvious that she had been up to something.After dinner, we three went back to practicing the speeches. Our speeches were not exactly the same, but the main points were. At the end of two more passes through the. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard. “Damn, bitch, what nice large tits! A virgin and gorgeous body! Boys, we really lucked out.” He continued squeezing my tits, biting and sucking and pinching my already protruding nipples. It only served to make my pussy ache more. Still working on my tits and nipples with his hands, he leaned over to my ear, blowing on my ear and neck. Fuck, his breath was so hot, it sent chills down my spine as it made my pussy pulsate more and my hot juices, slowly.