When I return her neighbor instructs me to deliver the coffee for Mrs Sophia via the rear, I see that her shop has closed. I thank the old man and fol...low his instruction. A high fence, an open gate, a clay path with palms, a rose garden with in its centre, in the full sun, a whirlpool with foam and the Greek lady I just met with her head just above the waterline in the very middle of it, her hair up, silver sunglasses, another cigarette. I put the coffee next to the pool and feel self. She told me she had grown attracted to me very quickly, that she had wanted to get me to make love to her for more than a year, and how she wasn't sure if I was clueless or didn’t find her attractive since all her flirting comments and seemingly accidental brushing against me had seemed to go unnoticed. I let her know that it quickened my heartbeat each time I thought she had caught me staring at her bum, her hair or her lips – my favourite of her many delicious physical attributes. “What. He sat down and she settled at his feet.Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she'd made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn't assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he'd so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.For she was horny again, almost unbearably. Then he laid me on the bed and spread my legs and began to play with my pussy. He took his time feeling it and pinching it. Then he pushed a finger in my hole. The pain was bad with the finger up my tight hole and then he began to finger fuck my hole hard. He wanted to stretch me so he could get his cock in me soon. Every night he came to me and made me get naked then he finger fucked me hard adding more fingers till he got all four in me. My cunt would ache when he would leave, then I would.