“ How do you do, I’m Del Hants, Mrs Passendale I believe?”I studied her as she replied advising I call her Monica. “No place for such formalit... when one’s a much valued helper,” she slurred, ever so slightly, in a cultured well rounded tone and accent. “I’m ever so grateful Del, can I call you Del?” her voice tinkled. “Apparently Bob would have done this, but you’re here.”Monica with a blue rinse, combed straight and curled in at her shoulders, was tall, powerfully built and upper class, if. Her mouth opened, letting the tip in. Her dark eyes closed behind her black, rectangular glasses. He loved those; they made her look like a naughty librarian, with pale, creamy skin, and dark red hair that fell below her shoulders from the half bun it was in. His eyes drifted lower. As always, her low cut tank top strained over her generous bosom. They were large, but they suited her, unlike those girls in the pornos. She was no stick figure. She had curves that flowed across her body, down to. After some time she got up and sat on my lap taking my dick in her pussy.It was very tight as the first time. She wrapped her hand around my neck and started riding. I was in the 7th heaven. I grabbed her ass cheeks with my one hand and supported her movement. My plastered hand was causing her some problems but she made some adjustments. Then I pushed my middle finger into her asshole. She left a sweet ry. She increased her speed with that. She was moaning heavily. I knew that she was getting. I'm CUMMMMMMING! I screamed."FUCK YESS......FUCKING YES!!!!!" He bellowed his own climax filling mewith his sticky black seed.Months of built up spunk spurted from my cock which imprisoned in thechastity cage made it squirt quite some distance onto the decking. Hethrust a few more times into me depositing even more spunk before pullingout with a slurpy pop."Clean it sissy bitch," he demanded.Despite having just cum I was completely in sub space so I got to my kneesand eagerly licked off my.