She was unlocking it. When it opened, I nearly hugged her. "Ingrid?" Yes, Ingrid Muldurhoek, please come in." She locked the door behind me and flippe...d the sign to tell the world, "CLOSED"."It's only locked from the outside. You can push the bar and leave at any time." She reassured me. She led me up a couple steps and into an office behind the book check counter."Your situation must be pretty serious. Most women never follow up for what ever reason: they don't understand the message, they. At first I thought it was a dragon fly...but it was blurred. Whenevr i tried to look directly at it my eyes couldn't focus on the strange flying thing. a vague light shimmered and sprakled from it as it hovered just before my face, rising and dipping rhythmically in the air. The smell of flowers wafted into my nostrils and I almost sneezed. What the fuck was this thing? Distant strains of lilting pipe music seemed to come from nowhere, always at the edges of my senses. I was dazed, mesmerised. I could feel it stretching my ass wide open as I gripped him and tried to get it deeper and deeper. He grabbed my throat, choking me and pulled me back harder onto his cock. I moaned, loving it as he held the bottle under my nose again. I inhaled deeply and my world exploded as every nerve ending in my tiny ass seemed to envelop his pounding cock.With out warning he pulled out of me and twisted me around onto the floor. He positioned me upside down and pushed my legs back so my knees were on. On my profile page, I created a post explaining the background. For those that have not read that I have included a shorter version of it here so new readers who have not read my first post on my profile will fully understand this story.I was Thirty-Five at the start - and divorced, my husband had cheated on me several times so in the end I simply had, had enough of his cheating ways and I divorced him, his loss.My oldest son Sam had been ogling my body and lusting over me, spying on me and.