As Tom entered Lynn's ass, I now knew how good she was feeling. With her lips around my cock and her hands gripping my cock's base, each time Tom thru...st in her ass, she clenched harder, and sucked deeper on my cock. I looked down on my Asian princess and saw sexual satisfaction of which I had never seen before. A euphoria filled her eyes as Tom fucked harder and harder. He humped her faster now, grabbing her thin hips, pulling her into him. Lynn rocked on his cock, and groaned more and more.. The smell of damp only added to my lust. Around 10 metres in I stopped, standing next to a tree and turned around to face my mystery man. He walked sheepishly over and just stood there, arms by the sides of his sweat-soaked t-shirt. He seemed to be slightly shaking and I realised I would, once again, have to take the initiative. Although, that was what this was all about. Knowing what I wanted and finally taking it. I walked over to him, grabbing him by his wet shirt and dragging him gently. Stay still now. I only want to help you.’ His voice flows into her like cool water. She slowly turns her head in his direction, eyes seeking him out. His fingers arrest her movement as they close over the fleshy muscle where her shoulder and arm meet, fingers suddenly applying firm pressure along the joint. Another hand grasps her elbow and, without warning, rips it outward. She screams out as her shoulder flares, her arm being torn from her. Somewhere within her mind, the tiny bird screams. I look back with regret that maybe what I should have done was put on some of my Holly things first, which is what she asked me, but I decided this wasn't about my clothes. This was about my looks. So after that most English of ice breaking rituals, a cup of tea, I was led upstairs to where the "magic" happened. A large bedroom that had been turned into a makeover studio with a professional looking table and mirror set up covered in cosmetic items and well lit and,just as advertised, a wardrobe.