Bettina was wearing a short white cocktail dress and a pair of white CFM's with four-inch heels. She wasn't wearing a bra and she was so tanned that s...e didn't wear hose. Half the men at the party had their tongues hanging out as they looked at her and almost all the women wished she had never come. At eleven or so the regional manager that I worked under came up to me and told me that Mr. Salmons, the CEO of the company, was drunk on his ass and that as the most junior manager there I had been. The sight was her neighbor, a man twice her age, and the drone of his lawnmower and concentration on his task prevented him from noticing the sexy girl he knew lived next door.The man did know the girl a little, and she knew him. They'd met a number of times in the presence of her parents. But propriety dictated that he not indicate any _interest _and, likewise, she knew better than to give any sign of encouragement. Yet they did notice each other, and the attraction was obvious.The girl, her. He kissed me back and said I always knew what was there on your mind and then he again started kissing me. He then made me sit in doggy style and started fucking me from behind.He was drilling my pussy and with one hand he started spanking my ass. I shouted but it was like making me more and more wet. He caught my hair from one hand and pulled them hard. I said him to stop and be gentle, but this time he was not going to listen. He said bitch call my your master. I said you are my master.He. "Oooooooooooohhhh... Daddy!" she squealed, her body lurching from the delicious contact of his finger against her aroused little clit. "Qooooooh, shit, that feels good!"Continuing to massage her hard little girl-prick, Martin was trembling with excitement. The mounting passions in his throbbing loins nearly drove him wild."Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she softly moaned.Finally removing his mouth from her nipple, he moved down and lay on his belly between her open thighs, his breath blowing hotly on her.