What if he wants to fuck me? Whoa, what if his cock his huge? Im a fucking virgin!The kissing and fondling went on and my neck, hands and thighs were ...already covered with his sweat. He suddenly got up and removed his underwear and there it was! It was nothing less than an 8 incher! I was so scared I felt like running away from the room. "Do you want to smell it baby?" he said. "Umm... listen Vishal, I'm just a crossdresser, I've never done all this. Can we please stop here?" Haha, you're funny,. He was leaning on the rail, a large Havana cigar in one hand, a brandy in the other."Ben Ryan?" she said, standing next to him.He turned towards her, in his mid-sixties yet still handsome, silver-grey hair lending him an air of distinction."Guilty as charged," he smiled. "Hello Ms Tamm. I'm a big fan of your TV work." I'm flattered you've even heard of me," she smiled, taking her cigarettes out of her purse."Here, allow me," he said, lighting her cigarette."I guess when you were my age, people. Her full breasts swung invitingly. I unzipped and slowly lubricated her proffered cunt with the tip of my erection while I caressed her dangling bosom. Madelaine was slow to respond but gradually, as I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her crack, she grew more responsive. I parted her outer labia and probed deeper. Madelaine started to moan and give little grunts of lust. She moved her hips to spread the source of her growing satisfaction. When she panted, "Please, Sebastian, for God's. She looked up at him, wiggling her hands and letting the chains rattle against the concrete, even going so far as to pull against them, demonstrating their effectiveness. Anything to convince him that she was immobilized—and that he could leave her to call in the ransom without worrying that she could break loose.Instead of withdrawing and heading upstairs, Mr. Hathaway pulled off his gloves and then tugged his shirt over her head.Brittany reexamined the situation.Here she was in some secluded.