I was being fucked like a woman twice my size and 3 times my age would think twice about, but I could do nothing but just take it. He was fucking me s...ow and deep. pulling himself almost all the way out before sliding back in, his speed low enough I could feel every ridge and vein as it filled my insides, the combination of saliva and precum combined with my ass juice made wet smacking noises as our coupling continued. He was increasing his speed and from the sound of his grunts I knew he was. A warm flush ran through my body as he smiled at me. I stood andhugged him. “I was thinking you changed your mind,” I said with a smile. “No way. I got a late start. If I had your phone number I could have called.” We had agreed – no phone calls. If this was going to be discreet we didn’t want to leave any clueslying around. “That’s quite alright. You’re here now,” I said as I put my arms around him and gave him a soft kiss. “Mmm,I’ve been thinking about that kiss on my drive over here.” “I. “I am here, Sir. Master, please note that your slave is so sorry to be late” Laying down his book, he replied, “Yes, as she should be, don’t you think so?” He looked at her breasts, seeing where the raindrops had fallen. She had on the tight pink tee with her little black skirt, so short that you could just see the very edges of her satin pink panties. “What happens when my slave is late?” he said to me as he stood up. He was a tall, muscular man that commanded my attention as he walked towards. They saw no one and raised no interest at all. At first there was nothing to see, but gradually they became aware of the lights along the Spanish Costas, the tourist hotels and apartments a seemingly endless, gaudy display of western waste and greed.The trawler Shafiq was on sailed Southwest down the Mediterranean Sea, heading for the narrow straights of Gibraltar and out into the Atlantic. The captain swung his vessel round, steering almost directly Northward. She could see little in the.