I breathed her in deeply. Tanya's smelled of fruits. She passed her lips slowly, so very slowly, along my jaw. Eventually, our breasts touched and she... nibbled on my ear. “ Let's get your pen lid back.” With surprising agility and power for a woman in heels she pulled me through the door. Locking it behind us. She kicked her heels off and I was going to do the same but Tanya's red lips were moving on mine again. I hit the door hard. The tongue that I longed for on my clit was moving in my mouth,. We spoke discussing my job and why I was looking for a place and so on. The rain was getting heavier and it was past 9.00PM, she suggested that I stay the night at her home. Sheela told me that she lived alone in the house; it had three bedrooms and a small hall. Her husband had died a couple of years back and, that’s the reason she was looking for a tenant. She made us dinner and after dinner, I wanted to sleep and I asked her where I could sleep. She said that there was only one bed; I would. I counted her muscular spasms ... eight, nine, ten, each accompanied by a little shout. I tormented myself further by trying to imagine what those contractions would feel like, pulsing around my deeply embedded cock. "Fuck that was good, I came so hard!"She rolled off me, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.It was a long night. I couldn't sleep, with the feeling of the steel bars around my cock. Not to mention the agonising frustration of being in bed with a beautiful, naked girl but unable. Please don’t touch me like this!” I said as tears slid down my cheek. He rolled my on my back, facing the ceiling, and climbed over me, pinning my hands behind my head with one hand. He slid my shirt up and pulled my bra above my breasts, exposing them. The cold air made my nipples harden. “Please stop, stop touch-“ I stopped talking as he slid his mouth over my nipple, sucking and tonguing it. I started sobbing and shaking, afraid of what he was doing to me. He bit down on my nipple as he.