The mysterious woman tenderly ran her hands over my face and then pulled on the back of my neck, encouraging me to sit up. Following her guidance, I p...lled her legs wide as I sat up on the hood of my car, all the time still keeping my cock buried deep inside her.Our mouths met again and the kiss was just as deep, passionate and as electrical as the first. I quickly turned her over onto her back. Then moving back between her legs, I mounted her and started pounding into her, furiously and cummed. I did as he said and he stood beside the bed towering over me. He stroked my long hair with one hand, and slowly slid his other hand down my chest to my cock, which he propped up. He then knelt down beside the bed and began to gently suck it. Suddenly, he stopped, stood up, and rolled me onto my stomach in a forceful manner. He hopped up on the bed behind me and spread my legs apart like a "V". He crawled behind me, and with two hands, spread my bubble butt apart, exposing my eager, hair. "Take off the dress. Lay down." After what must have been twenty minutes of recieving deep throated goodness, he wasn't even out of breath. She almost questioned her oral skills for a moment as she stood and pulled the dress up over her head, but then she decided he must just be struggling to sound in control. Guys like this got off on control. She stood before him, head still lowered. She was dying to know what he looked like, but the dim lighting and order to keep her head lowered were. She closed her legs quickly, covered herself, eyes rolling wildly to the closed door on the other side of the room, then back to the man, still on his knees, under the desk. ‘Mr. Giuliani?’ she asked at last, squinting at the man. She vaguely recognized the man from the party the night before. But then again, she had been drunk, her thoughts—as usual—on Kevin. The cocky Italian grinned up at her, moving to stand and saying, ‘Ci, bella. I hope I did not frighten you, but I just could not help.