It was as though she had lost control, and she was in a sexual world of her own. Faster - slower - deeper - shallower - she penetrated her cunt in rec...iprocal fashion - all the while rubbing her hot little cunt button vigorously. I increased my tempo of stroking my cock, and we were soon lost in our passion. I must say it was intensely hot, and I was beginning to lose control of my cock. I listened to her breathing, and could tell she was going to orgasm. I waited for my O, as I remembered she. Without missing a beat, she said she would love to, but not to be going around work telling people of my idea, as she was married.In short, I told her I would be on the platform Monday lunchtime getting the train into the city-centre. To confirm this, I would send a text ten minutes before.So when Monday rolled around I went into work and got on with my morning with no mention of what was planned. She looked very busy and maybe had gone off the idea.That worry was short-lived because, within. Despite that, he’s still a lot of fun. Quite buzzed, and I’m sure he is too, I get encouragement when he rests his hand on my thigh, his thumb gently sliding back and forth on my flesh just below my dress. He eyes my tits and comments on my necklace. “You like it?” I ask, thrusting my chest out so I can look down at it. “It’s a birthday present,” I lie. “Just got it a few days ago. Take a closer look if you want.” He does. He leans down a bit to look. His fingers run over it, also feeling a bit. His reply was, "What the hell isall this Sue." Well," she said, dragging the word well out. "I thought it would be agreat game we could play over this weekend." "What do you mean." Said,Harry. Again she dragged the word well out, "Well, I thought we couldpretend you were, you know a woman of the streets and I could pick youup and we could haggle over a price for you to stay with me for theweekend, what do you think." She said with excitement and a smile allover her face."What you mean is for me.