She however firmly holds me in place and speed up the strokes. Don't worry, I'll stop before she gets here. It does sound like a high heeled woman. I ...lose my eyes again, confident that she will stop in time. The sound stops and I stare straight into the dark eyes of a incredibly gorgeous African girl. She also is wearing a short skirt and a cut off t shirt. She looks barely eighteen. Eh, this my apartment she stutters. My ex-girlfriend turns me around and pushed me down into her crotch. Her. She complained about the heat and unbuttoned a few more buttons on her top. The result was immediate- I could see her nipples which were erect - almost an inch long and pushing out of the top she wore. She was aroused there was no doubt. Almost the whole breast and nipple were visible. She bent down a few times to adjust her shoes and when she did that her tits were clearly visible. My raging hardon- I am told that I have a big one - was almost bursting through my pants.Every now and then while. This time it was her that purred (though not nearly as catlike as I would have); I remained speechless as she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I'll have a free cage available one of these days though," she said, her voice dripping with sadistic lust. I shivered; she told me her name, one I recognized as a "safe player" according to Ralph, and then continued: "I could give you a home for a week, I'm sure, maybe two. I know you'll enjoy my hospitality, it's hard to resist." The dance floor. That night she wore the fabric to their bedroom, draped around her body like a sari. The creased fabric rode over her like ocean waves, encircling her hips, gliding diagonally over her chest and dropping in a graceful waterfall over one shoulder. ‘Like it?’ She turned in a pirouette so he could see. ‘Hmmm….’ he ran his hands over the silk, the weave feeling like a living thing, and found his wife’s silken skin underneath. He caressed the place just below her waist, where the curve of her hip.