She sat in a fast car crammed between two large suited men, while another sat driving at speed through the evening streets. She asked them what was ha...ppening and they just ignored her, looking blankly out of the windows. She was dressed in her black evening gown the one short at the knees, off the shoulder her hair tied up in a bun, showing her long like neck to good effect. She had been at the charity event when she had been bundled into the car by these men. Now all she could do was wait and. Have I made myself clear? I tried to protest but she dismissed me with awave of her hand. "Francesca here will look after you" " Ecco, lei ?quaranta dimensioni"If the captain was tall and elegant; Franscesca was squat and butch, withcropped hair and ridiculously bushy eyebrows and dressed in a greyuniform jacket from which her tattooed arms projected over very floppytrousers. She grasped my arm with a powerful grip: her fingers crushingmy arm painfully and propelled me out of the room as. She gasped as my pelvis slapped against her sex the first time. A sharp grunting sound from her followed each slap of our bodies together. After a couple dozen sharp hard strokes, she was wailing loudly, and I could feel my own climax building quickly. Too soon, I felt my balls tighten and I tried to hold back but to no avail, with one last stroke I came with a rush. I pressed myself against her and rolled my hips as jet after jet of cum sprayed deep inside the boiling cauldron of her pussy.. Being nude with another guy was a bit of a challenge. But she needed the money. “You still there?” asked Maggie. “Yes. I was just… no that will be fine.” Katie hung up, and instantly wondered if she had done the right thing. She had arranged to turn up a couple of days later. Maggie didn’t ask about her figure. Katie guessed it didn’t matter, although she kept herself in shape power walking and with light weights in the gym. Her 34C boobs and pert, bubble butt would at least give the girls.