Indeed, I could hear her moaning and almost screaming in the background along with a sound I knew too well from this weekend with Ted: the sound a bed... makes when two people are fucking up a storm. Creaking, headboard banging, the works. Just before the beep, I could hear, loud and clear, Sherri say: "Fuck me, Mr. Horsecock! Fuck me and never stop!". I thought about calling the police, but what could I say? My secretary is fucking one of my patients, make them stop? I still had some of his 500. The binding was like new. The pages crisp without age discoloration. A handwritten note, in flowing script, to ‘V,’ on the inside cover, was dated 1850. On the wall was a painting of a beautiful voluptuous woman. Gordon was captivated by the raw sexuality depicted in the painting. The middle aged woman depicted was stunning. Even more stunning was the framed letter under the painting. Addressed to ‘Vondra’ and dated 1630, the signature was exciting in itself. Pieter Pauwel Rubens. Gordon took a. ‘Wear this’ he said ‘with no knickers’, ‘That could be dangerous’ I said ‘who knows where it could lead?’ ‘Go for it’ he said. So I did – here are some photos that he has taken of me almost wearing the little dress.When Ryan knocked on the door he said “you look fantastic again’ – ‘you don’t know the half of it’ I said. I got in the car and we drove of to a little car park next to a park to do more reversing and 3 point turns.I had lowered the zip on the top of my dress so that it was open to. “I think I’m going to cum!” she exclaimed. Richard and I fucked Kelly together, slowly, letting her feel every inch of both of our cocks at the same time. The pleasure building and building as we both slid into her. Kelly was sobbing with pleasure as she came for the second time, but no sooner had she come a third orgasm followed on behind it. “Fuck me hard, both of you,” Kelly almost demanded that we do just that. I remembered the text of the story I had written for her. I whispered to her,.