He was very descriptive andleft nothing out. She was now past the letter and very aroused. Shewanted him to know how this story he wrote had made her ...eel. Shewanted him. He was miles and miles away, but she wanted to share anexperience with him.She called his cell phone and in her sexiest voice began to describein detail what she was doing to herself. She wanted him to know thatbecause of his story, she was so turned on that she was rubbingherself towards her first orgasm of the night. He made. "As they spoke, a small, stocky man in his fifties came out of the office and approached them. "Mme Wallace," he said in French, "I am Villion. It is a pleasure to meet you. M Schellen has briefed me about you and the project." My pleasure, M Villion. This is M Harms, my engineer and partner. Let's go over here in the shade and talk."They moved across the car park and found a bench under the shade of an oak tree well away from the blackened bit of dirt where Dumont's car once stood. Helen sat. I continued this for the next five minutes. Igrasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back as I slammed her forwardforcing her knees forward and forcing her to spread her ass cheeks even further.Grinding my cock in as deep as possible scraping against the opening of her cervix.She just kept groaning and moaning like a whore with every thrust!She was on her hands and knees with my right hand holding on tight to her thin waist,while my left hand pulled her back by her hair. I was. She fell back in her chair to ride the wave.Chrissie reclined the chair back and set Samantha's head back in the sink."I'm going to go back to work on your hair, OK, Sam? Is it alright if Icall you Sam?" Mmmm. Yessss. I'd like you to call me Sam..." as Sam continued to driftaway."I think maybe just some slight highlights today - maybe some deep auburnto compliment your beautiful long black hair. Then next week we can do alittle bit more - go further. Sort of ease into the big change. .