I grabbed her hips, holding on as she moved up and down. Rachel's hands fluttered on my stomach as her body was assailed with pleasure.She rode me to ...orgasm and beyond. It was only when she settled down and smiled with her hair framing her face that I took over. I turned us, and she went willingly to her back. I grabbed her legs and put her ankles on my shoulders.The summer of my Rachel fantasies continued with long, slow strokes of my hips. She let me watch the pleasure come to her, allowing. I opened it and read the words; “Good morning Candice. I’m sorry honey but I had to leave early for a flight to Asia and I didn’t want to wake you. I’m not sure when I’ll be back in the UK again but I’ve loved being married to you, even if it was only for a few magical hours. Last night was one of the most amazing nights of my life, and if I wasn’t such a lousy husband, I’d ask you to be my wife for real. I can’t offer you much but I’d like you keep the trinkets as a memento of our brief time. On other days, when she might wear a longer and therefore, tighter skirt, she would have to strip it off before gaining access to her key. Being a slavegirl, she is never permitted to wear trousers. By this point in her slavery, the door lock ritual is a long established, familiar and well practised routine.Getting in the door, she hurriedly punches the time clock, before even taking the key out of the lock and dropping her skirt. What a relief, thirty seconds to spare before she would have. Standing in front of me, she looked down, grinned, and slowly turned around."Is this what you wanted to see?" She was looking over her shoulder at me, watching as the hunger in my eyes grew.My face must have said it all, because as I was staring at that perfect, jeans-covered butt, the only thing I could hear over the blood rushing in my head was the sound of her pants unzipping and her laughing. Suddenly, I felt her hand on the back of my head pulling my face into her still-clothed ass. As I.