She ran her hands from my ankles to my hips, stroking and caressing the soft skin of my inner thighs, kissing the backs of my knees lightly, making me...dizzy with desire. My pussy was dripping, screaming to be touched. I tried to stroke my clit, tried to force a hand between my legs but, with surprising force she held them at bay. This game was clearly on her terms. She had just as much power here as on the dance floor, just as much self-control. I on the other hand was gasping, my head. She wasprobably right, but it didn't stop me from trying.I unlocked the door and shambled inside. "Are you going to be okay?"she asked, and I mumbled in the affirmative. For some pig-headedreason, I decided I would not let my head hit the pillow, just to proveher wrong. So I flopped down in front of the TV.I watched a few minutes of Letterman, but I got bored and started tonod. I needed something a little more exciting to keep me up. Iflipped over to the On Demand menu, passed through the. It was too late to turn back though the man was 6ft4 and had an out of shape build her looked like he was in his mid 40's. "Hi" Jenny said nervously. "I'm not here to talk" said the man unzipping his flies and pulling down his trousers. With that he pulled out a cock that was around 6 inches but of a girth that can only be described as sturdy. He proceeded to open her legs and push the head of his cock into her already wet hole. What am I doing? Jenny thought as she felt this stranger’s member. He said, ”I saw you though the crack in the door and I really want to be with you.” I turned him so he was at the wall and, kneeling again, I took his hardon into my mouth and began to service him. It was hot and hard and I grabbed his ass, pulling him further into my mouth in my urge to envelope him. In doing so, I positioned my ass close the the gloryhole which was now behind me. Suddenly, I felt a slippery lubed finger rub my anus. The finger coming through the gloryhole was wet and lubed.