We were in the back of my 95 Pontiac Bonneville-a damn tank of a car with a leather couch for a back seat. I was railing her pussy in the backseat whi...le she screamed her way through the whole thing (and damn was she loud). Out of nowhere, she demanded I fuck her in the ass. I happily obliged. There was no lube, spit, or prep to work her up to having a cock shoved in her tight asshole. I was a first-timer at this and god damn it, when I’m told to fuck my girls ass, I do it. She propped herself. In our small office there were one other person base in there which is an assistant to me. Anyway since we started working in that office Caitlin and I has got to know each other in a more personal level, like she told me that she haven't dated or seen any guy for over a year now. She also been quite flirty lately by starting play fight after my assistant left for the day and always stay back to finish the day together. Now Caitlin is an blond Irish about 150cm tall and weight about 40kg (which. It was a week before when wehad received a letter from my grandfather requesting that my father,and specifically I, come and see him at his house near Stirling. Infact 'house' did not describe it. It was actually a more like a smallcastle but even I knew it would only deter minor attacks, although notarmies These were unruly times in Scotland and it was as well to beprepared.We had come from Dundee, where my father was a merchant and trader,and partner in shipping interests between Scotland and. "You were supposed to leave." I sat in the passenger's seat and slammed the Monte Carlo's door shut."You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago." Morgan pulled the car out of the parking spot. She checked the streets nervously for anyone who might have seen us. "How did it go?"I could not answer the question. Morgan might have walked in the shade, but my definition of evil had been moved significantly deeper into the darkness."Drive me by Stephen Grand's house," I told her.Ignoring the way.