I was beginning to feel sorry for her. I started to stimulate my clit again. Masturbating was one of my habits that helped me to think better. Steadyi...g myself by holding onto the taps of the shower with one hand, I snuck a finger into my pussy and continued to rub my clit with my thumb. How would I get close to Mr. Big without attracting suspicion? I asked myself. I just had to use Mrs. Big to get to Mr. Big, or maybe seduce him as the proof she needed. I first had to make sure that she was. "How about you take your fucking clothes off, get on this bed and spread your legs?" It wasn't really a question. I pushed my fingertip into her pussy, she was barely damp, I rubbed her clit some more. "Well?"She didn't budge. Ok, if she wants it that way... I yanked my hand away from her pussy and grabbed her wrist, her thong was still around her knees and she couldn't step forward in a way that would let her catch herself and with a quick jerk I was able to pull her down and over me like she. We went into the barn and lay down on the straw. I slipped my bikini top down and let him suck and squeeze my breasts. My legs were spread and he was between them. I knew what was happening when I felt his hard cock brushing along my inner thigh, and I loved it. I was longing to feel his cock start to penetrate me. I remember it felt really good as it slipped inside. He was kissing me and pumping his lovely cock into me. I was just moaning and holding on. It was very warm and steamy in the. She was still sprawled, gripping the bed cover as he prepared to leave. “Oh!”, he continued. “I will be back by eleven tonight and if you would like a repeat just come to my room after your shower for I know you have a late shower”. With that he left.He arrived back at his abode a little after eleven. His date, a woman in her forties, named Wendy, although not that attractive, had sucked him and then in the shadows of the carpark he had doggied fucked her, gave her tits a thorough mauling and.