She said that she was coming over so that we could fuck and I said, "Okay"I sat there for a while stroking my long honey blonde hair and then the door...bell rang. I heard my mom let my girlfriend Roberta in and she came upstairs and then she walked into my "crib." (a.k.a. room) I was still naked from before, when I took that shower."Hello, how are things?" She asked me, gingerly."Oh, you know how I am." I replied. She did, and we both had a hearty laugh at my expense. We fucked like otters, and. Everything fit wonderfully. She loved the way the knit top conformed to her small breasts and set them off. Her hard nipples poked out, but she just put it down to her new normal. She twirled before the mirror and was quickly reminded how exposed she was below.It was nearly 4:30, so she departed her suite and went down the elevator. Robert, the house manager, greeted her in the foyer with a sincere-sounding “you’re beautiful,” and she curtsied lightheartedly, careful not to lift her hem too. The heeled shoes she was wearing were just high enough to add some shape to her calves. Damn it, the woman had presence.If she had been younger, I would have taken her for another escort, like I thought the two other really good looking girls in the bar were. But there was something about this woman that said she wasn't. She had the air about her that told you she wasn't used to entering a bar on her own. Bugger, any guy who got his hooks into her would be bleeding daft to let her out on her. It was like he was telling me your my bitch now be still and accept it so I tried to relax and spread my ass wide for him knowing he was truly the master now. Thankfully he stopped humping me after a short while just giving me a quick jab now and then I think just to hear me moan as if pleading for mercy being trapped beneath him by his big cock. With King now taking a breather from humping me the painful stretching and burning sensation coming my asshole began to recede giving me some time to.