She grabbed hold of her ankles, virtually pulling them behind her head as I fucked her. With each thrust, her corresponding moan seemed to get louder,... the sounds of our naked bodies slapping together ringing through the night air.We had been fucking for a while, I was using every technique I could think of to stop my self cumming, to hold off the inevitable. “Daddy, can I sit on your cock”. I pulled out, climbing on to the bed, she straddled me, lowering herself on to my cock. The sight of her. ”“Spoil sport.”When Tom was backing his van into the drive at home I saw Mr. Jones in his front garden. I waved to him as I told Tom that I’d talked to him earlier.“I’d better make sure that you haven’t been upsetting him Sarah, you go inside and get tea started, I’ll be in in a few minutes.”I waved to Mr. Jones again as I went inside, and I went upstairs and took the dress and my sandals off. I’d had enough of wearing my old, thick clothes for one day. Then I went back downstairs and got on. She inserted her hand inside my shorts and grabbed hard my cock. It was fully erect and it was 7″ in length. She was stroking my cock slowly and was kissing me madly. after some 15 min, we parted and I got up and switched on the lights. She sat on the sofa with her legs apart widely. She was still in her nighty and at once I came again to her she undressed me in a fraction of second. She told me ‘ Hari I want to give u a nice pleasure for ur first time’. I was nude before her. I was standing. It was soon agreed that Yvonne would be delivered to Peter the next afternoon and that she should be left with him, to be tortured and abused, until her husband returned to collect her.The next sixteen hours of waiting saw Yvonne constantly oscillating between lustful enthusiasm, fear and terror, sluttish feelings, guilt and shame. As the time drew near however, she showered, dressed in her sexiest, most delicate underwear, took especial care with her makeup, and generally felt so sexually.