He yelled again in ecstasy, “Fuck me…your pussy is so tight. I love it!” She bites her lips and just moans, her hips moving up to meet his pumpi...g hips, “Are you gonna talk or are you gonna fuck me bitch?” She pretended to be in charge even when she knew she was not. He hardly cared as long as he was fucking her again. It just didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that she was under him and he moved his hands down to her knees, pushing her legs up on top of his shoulders as he fucked. He filled her lips back to her throat with his swollen sex organ, and smiled to hear her moan as he slowly fucked her face. After only a short time, the barmaid could taste precum on the tip of his cock, and he pulled himself out of her and stood her up once more. Now he was brazen, his dick standing tall, proudly anticipating the final plunge into his captive's waiting pussy. He licked his lips and sharply yanked a chain that had been lying on the floor. She could feel her ankles being. I peeled my eyes away from it and sent Brie a text: Okay. Done. I’m a man of few words; a Hemingway character. Right then, I remembered that she wasn’t going to read the text any time soon. She was either in her studio painting (an activity for which she left her phone turned off), or she was out with Rachel and Sam on their once a week Bloody Mary outing. Yeah, probably the latter. She was probably shitfaced already. Then she would go home and paint. The minivan disappeared down the road. I. "lets grab a table, I'll get you a drink."We headed over to the table and the three of us sat down."this is the slut i was telling you about Steve. She loves it"The guy called Steve laughed, "You are a lucky man Jon, I'd tap that"I was feeling very nervous again, more so than the first time I met Jon as I now knew he liked me dressing and also how he liked to use me."So are you back for more?" Jon asked."Yes" I whispered, looking down into my drink."Good. Well finish your drink and we can go.