I began fucking her throat, faster with each thrust. Her hair was as smooth as my fingers ran through it; her mouth so wet as my cock had a new home. ... began going deeper into her mouth, making her gag but she gripped my ass and just pushed me deeper.Her face was getting red as I fucked her throat deep so I released. “Rahul, such a great cock,” she said. She then pushed her tits towards me.”Madam…. oh god those are perfect,” I admired the size and firmness. She stroked my cock as I rubbed. I had just finished and was shaking it off when I heard the sound of boots on the tile floor. I stayed put to see what was coming in. It was a young mexican man, dressed in a wifebeater t-shirt, tattoos, jeans and boots. He came and stood right next to me at the urinals, even though there were six there. He was as tall as I was, but was slightly muscular. Looking straight ahead at the wall, he hauled out his cock and let loose a hard steady stream. I wanted to look at it, so I did. He had an. The treat came and it was fucking amazing. I licked it, tried to spread it all over my mouth. The best was when he bent his cock to piss all over my body. I couldn’t help but moan as I washed my hand in his golden water and fingered and wanked myself off using it as a lube. With a grunt, he stopped abruptly, leaving me wishing for more. I could feel him move down and sit near my ass. Then, with his strong arms, he pulled me up towards him and I could feel his flaccid bellend trying to get into. I made her grow 5 inches taller (I often fantasized about tall women). Now she would be 6 feet 5 inches. I lowered her gag reflex. Then I started working on her mind. I made her so she was increasing horny, but the only thing that would give her relief is fucking me. I made it so that all she wanted to wear was sexy short dresses and very high heels. I also raised the level of her strength and aggressiveness. I figured by lunch time she would be trying to track me down. Sure enough by 10:30 I.