I know Danny likes to sleep late on Saturday mornings and my visit was going to be a surprise. My cunt was already wet and juicy in anticipation.I cre...pt through the kitchen and dining room, through the hall and up the stairs. On arriving upstairs I heard noises coming from the master bedroom. I froze; at first I thought Caroline must still be home but then distinctly remembered her leaving.The bedroom door was partially open so I carefully took a look inside. Danny was naked and on the bed on. “Can I get two of…” I turn to her. “What would you like?”“Screwdrivers please!” she says.The bartender nods and goes to work making our drinks. “So Nick, what is it you do?” she asks. “I’m a crime scene investigator,” I tell her. “Oh neat! Like that tv show?” she asks. “Yeah, for the most part.” The bartender hands us both a glass full of orange juice and vodka. “How about you?” She leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “I get paid to have a good time with nice guys like you. Are you. "Take your clothes off," he said with a haunting casualness that seemed inappropriate for the surroundings. His words cut through my inhibitions like a hot knife through butter and instinctively obeyed his request before I could change my mind. I've had too many fantasies for far too long about being dominated to deny myself now. Though the room looked far more intense than I had anticipated, I ignored my better judgment and peeled my clothes off. I tossed them aside and stood, shuddering in. Sir please fuck me, sir i need that cock sir. Sir please"She was practically crying like a child denied her toy by now, and so i returned to her pussy, my cock now harder than ever. As i started to push in she stopped talking,, a long ahhh escaping her lips. Shoving my cock i hard i said menacingly "who told you to shut up? You will talk until i tell you. No thank me for fucking you!" Thank you sir, thank you" she said as i started to fuck her "fuck me, fuck me harder, please, oh god please.