I quickly found her clean panties. Many women wear all kinds of different panties, different brands, styles, material, etc. Not so with Edie. Her pant...ies were always the same, and she was now wearing Wacoal beige high cut briefs in a wonderful light weight satin with a cotton gusset, open at one end. Trembling with anticipation, I held a clean pair open, my cock jutting out and pulsing with excitement, examining them from the front and rear, imagining how Edie would look with them hugging her. Hesitatingly he cupped one breast in his hands. “Finally” she murmured. Slowly he started to knead the breast and could feel the erect nipples through the shirt. He decided to chance the next move although the dark voices screamed that it would be a mistake. Slowly he started to unbutton the shirt , and Susan still kissed him, maybe this was not such a wrong move afterall. With a shrug of the shoulders Susan let the shirt fall to the ground. She repositioned herself so that the breasts were. I tell her to sit on the bed while I got her drink . She sat on the bed I gave her a drink and stood in front of her I pulled down my zip and slid out my limp cock. She turned her face away I grabbed her head and pulled it towards me. she looked up at me her big blue eyes filled with fright. I grabbed my cock and slapped it across her face repeatedly unitl she took hold it firmly and slid her hand up and down my shaft. I order her to lick it which see does as she does I force it into her mouth. It is Call girl which features a rape fantasy scene, highly suspenseful, powerful and erotic. This never fails to make me hot day or night. It gets no better than this. Not in my world. The movie starts and I watch with intense interest as the familiar lines are spoken, bare skin scenes shown and the music is playing in the background. This is familiar territory to me. As if sensing something, being disorientated or jet lagged, Olivier wakes up. .