It's worked out well too. I'll tell you a little about me, but not too much that it might help with my identity; born, raised and matured an Essex gir...l. Bombshell blonde, dressed to kill, acting half my age and dressing even less than that.Honestly, at my age, I don't care! I won't be sexy forever and I want to enjoy it as much as I can, whilst I can. I've had a little work done but nothing serious and anyway, I love how I look. Admittedly, it's gotten a little wild over the past 5 years or so,. Opening it, she led him inside and placed him in a chair facing a dark wall. ‘Wait here, enjoy sir.’ she said as she left the room. She gave Ripp one last lusty look before closing the door. Suddenly the wall went from dark to light as the ion shade was disengaged. Ripp gasped and became instantly hard at the scene before him. On the other side of the wall was his mistress laying on a table, her feet propped up, with a caramel colored woman kneeling down between her open legs. The woman was. I groaned out loud, and pushed my hips upwards to try and force the last couple of inches in there, but she was unable to take them and slowly moved her head back up, her lips slowly revealing my slick wet shaft as she approached the head, where she lingered for a few seconds and teased her tongue around it sending waves of pleasure across my body. She sensed that she had hit the spot, and proceeded to give me head, sucking and licking her way around the head of my cock before pushing her head. Elena withdrew from me, leaving the memory of her warmth on my flesh. “We should get some sleep.” She muttered, then walked away, and closed the door behind her. If she had but looked back, I would’ve broken and begged for her with all my soul, but she didn’t, and the sound of the door clicking shut echoed throughout the room, and in the annals of my mind. I sat up, my limbs a struggle of sexual lassitude, my abdomen a storm of unfulfilled need. There would be no sleep for me the rest of the.