"Of course, my dear." She brushed Susan's cheek with the back of her hand and went to her room.Susan hurried to her room. She had to make everything p...rfect. She stripped and began to make the preparations she had planed that afternoon. She opened and adjusted the doors to the balcony and matched the windows so the gentle breeze coming down the street fluttered the curtains. She laid out the candles she had slipped out and purchased that afternoon. The breeze was perfect. Not enough to blow. I needed to be fucked. I needed to come.Whoever it was, Sir or some stranger, pushed himself into me, slowly at first and then filled me with a hard thrust, sinking deep into my drenched pussy. I could feel his groin against my tender ass, re-igniting the burning ache in my abused flesh. He began to thrust into me, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into my hungry cunt once again. And again. Over and over, paying no attention to me as I cried and whimpered and moaned and grunted,. Her kneeswere drawn up in front of her, her arms wrapped around her legs. He stoodbeside her, looking down at her as she looked up at him. He shook his head. Sheshrugged her shoulders, uncurled her arms, stretched out her legs. Now henodded, crouching down beside her. She felt his hands on her thighs on herbelly, on her breasts. They were the hands of a farmer, hard, callused. Abroken finger nail caught against her, nicking her flesh as the claw of a catmight. He took her hair in his hands, cut. ‘Oh nothing, ‘she said, ‘now this one is simple. I want you to breathe in and draw your breath to here,’ she said as she pointed to her solar-plexus. John looked to where she was pointing as he breathed in, ‘good. Now hold it for a moment, ‘she said waiting for a couple of seconds, ‘ and let it out.’ John exhaled and as he did could not help but letting his gaze drift back to Vanessa’s ample cleavage, ‘that’s right, ‘ she said, ‘ take another deep breath and hold it, ‘ John inhaled deeply.