I put my hands on the stairs and bent over with my ass and pussy in the air. Pedro spat on his palm and rubbed it all over my bald cunt. He held my hi...ps and eased himself into my pussy. Once he was in, he pushed and thrusted into my bald pussy. He was fucking me slow and then faster. “Fuck! You’re so wet you naughty girl. Tell me how much you love my cock.” “I love your cock. Fuck me harder.” Pedro was thrusting and pounding into my pussy. His balls were slapping up against my asshole. His. In reality freedom had acted on me like a drug; I was addicted and couldn’t give it up for more than the odd day or two.Alcohol aside, I didn’t do drugs, but I did freedom more keenly than the most dedicated of cokeheads.Here’s another “Wise after the event” observation.Those undertones I mentioned were always down to my mother. I know how crazy it sounds, but daddy was the homemaker. It was always daddy who suggested the days out: weekends in Morecambe or Whitby; trips to the cinema; holidays. It's not a job interview. We're just going to eat fish and chips, talk, maybe take a walk on the beach and I'm going to decide whether or not I actually like you. Then you'll take me home and perhaps I'll let you talk to me tomorrow at training." Sounds like an interview to me," I grumbled."Yes, but what a lovely interviewer you have," she beamed leaning her head against my shoulder and fluttering her eyes. I couldn't help but grin. I could smell her hair; clean, shampooed with something. She put my call through to Ricky and he told me he had already told hisboss that needed some time off and his boss had agreed to him takingall of the following week, and also suggested he take Friday off too.That meant we would have 10 days before he had to be back at work.With the amount of change that had occurred in less than 24 hours, Iwas ecstatic with the possibilities of the change after ten days. Healso said that he had received several compliments on his new look andhe realized he.