He must have driven fromCoventry. Or at the very least he'd made a detour from the M40 on hisway to someplace else.What did he want? Why had he come a...ll this way? My mind fired off half adozen possible reasons but I couldn't know. Only by opening that door.Instead I backed away from it to the lounge doorway, but I pulled backinto the hall in alarm when I realised that any minute he might peer inthrough the front windows.Sure enough, I caught sight of his silhouette doing just that and duckedout. And that was a success.We both set the rules that there would be no marks on the face and all.Mistress Monica was chubby with a big ass and medium boobs and I am 5’9″ with 5 inch tool.Finally the day arrived when we decided to meet and we decided that I would be her slave as soon as I entered the room. Knock!Knock…Monica opens the door and I enter.she closes the door behind me and then pushes me to the ground.The view from down there seeing my mistress smiling at me with so many evil. Bert lie back onto his pillows.“My. Your good at this aren’t you!” He murmured.Belinda never replied, and by no means altering her pace, she sensed the erection becoming firmer by the minute.This wasn’t helping her that much, she’d already accepted that she’d partake in her own sexual activities from now on, at the nursing home she’d have a more than willing cliental, they might be old, but they’d be more than willing going by Bert’s action. Belinda reached across once more rinsing the soap. The mouths started moving rhythmically, though not in time with each other, their owners being rocked as they were fucked from behind.The blonde started screaming silently, her pussy still gushing in powerful blasts as it crushed the wilting cock out of her. There was a terrible empty void for a few seconds but that was replaced by a tongue that was hungrily searching for every bit of cum and juice that was pouring from her used gash in a torrent. The mouth moved back to her clit with a deep,.