Would she put up a fight, or just give in? He hoped she'd fight, at least a little bit. His dick was throbbing in his pants. He imagined her writhing ...selessly under him, helpless, powerless with him in total control. His breathing quickened just at the thought. He reached the doorway of the kitchen. The music was loud, thumping and pouring out the open windows. That was good because it would help cover any noise that was made. He stood there for a moment watching her, admiring his conquest and. She enquired about my family and work and we made chit chat all the way to the tournament.When we arrived at the tournament it was quickly apparent that the other players there were a bit more serious about their tennis than us and we were eliminated in the group stage, losing all three sets easily. Karen though really enjoyed herself, constantly laughing and joking, and thanked me afterwards for coming to enjoy this beating with her! As the afternoon had gone on, and we jokingly did our. When I closed the door behind me, my Boos got up from his chair at his desk. Then I could see he had his pants at his ankles and his hard cock was slowly being stroked in his hand.The bastard had a terrible look of pure lust all over his face. I took a breath and grinned; knowing what he did want from me…Without a word, I just took off my blouse out, revealing my round boobs with my hard nipples. He ordered me to come closer to him. When I was right in front of him, he pushed me down onto my. She woke me with an elbow in the ribs in a softly pink dawn. "You snore like a damn'd sawmill," she whispered, "an' there's something goin' on down twixt your legs I don' want to even think about."I raised my knees so the tenting would not be so obvious and smiled at her well aware of my fierce erection rising above my belly, but hesitant to push my luck, I pressed it down. My ram leapt steadily, pulsing with my heartbeat, rubbing alongside my leg. I put a fingers to my stones and found them.