Jayne tentatively eased her tongue among the folds of Miss Cathcart’s sex, it was Thursday evening, she had work to do, a presentation to finish, and yet somehow she had gone from returning a set of play handcuffs to the sex shop for a refund to licking the owner’s sex in less than forty five minutes. “Mmmm,” she sighed. Indian sex Jayne turned the key in her front door and stepped inside, she turned the lights on and reset the alarm, “My humble abode,” she said with pride, “The bathroom is upstairs on the right, next to my bedroom.”
“Shall we forego the preliminaries,” he asked and before she could reply he lifted her off her feet and ignoring her protests he carried her upstairs. She waited by the doorway for John to catch up, her heart pounded as she found herself waiting for the inevitable feeble chat up line. “Yes I do know!” Shelly replied. “Umph!” Jayne exclaimed as Shelly touched he for the first time, a single digit inserted into her sex and then before she could react the much larger phallus of the strap-on was easing into her, raping her, she never gave permission, she reasoned, and yet it eased on remorselessly propelled by Shelly’s weight.
