All she wanted primarily was to fulfil Rachel's directive and she reckoned, despite her earlier doubts, she was doing just that.That she had fallen in... love with Richard was a side issue, albeit a very important one. She realised that she could never substitute for Rachel and therefore would have to accept second best. She had also liked it when Richard was bossy as all the main men in her life had been.No, she wasn't going to be a sex slave with all that bondage and pain stuff, not that she. Then she said he just stood there staring at her and took off his shirt and pants. I remember asking her, "And you just stood there and watched." I told her point black, "Was it because by that time you accepted it? That you weren't fighting it anymore and indeed you wanted to fuck him." She said yes.Then she said he got back on top of her and yet despite what she had admitted, she did say she kept telling him that they couldn't. She told him to think about me and what was going to happen if I. She moaned again. I kept going. Reaching up and gripping her tits while thrusting more and more. I stopped for a moment, pulled out, and she moved to her knees. I quickly pushed my hot cock back into her and fucked her doggie style. I then pulled my rod from her and slid into her tight as and fucked her hard…making her moan louder and louder, urging me to go on and on and not stop. I pulled out quickly and she took me in her mouth. She sucked me until I was almost ready to go; I slid back. He made his way to the president’s table, thanked him for the evening, then walked through the mingling crowd for the door. The evening was decidedly cooler, in fact it was quite nice out now, and as he crossed the street he admired the last faint glows of the sunset. He turned on his street and saw his house ahead – and Lansing’s little Prius parked out front. ‘This could be interesting,’ he said to himself as he walked down the granite sidewalk. It had been a while since he’d had time for.