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I got out on my side of the car and looked at her over the roof. ‘I work too much and I’m seldom in the same place for very long so I gave up looking a long time ago.’ As she walked around the front of the car she asked, ‘Have you been married?’ I shrugged and then shook my head. ‘Close once but it ended badly a few weeks before the wedding.’ I told her as I followed her up the sidewalk toward the front porch. ‘That doesn’t sound good,’ she said with a smile as she stopped on the first step. ‘You’re not an axe murderer or anything like that, are you?’ I screwed my face up in a scowl with my jaw offset. I took a couple of steps forward with my left arm dawn up, my hand in a claw, my right leg dragging on each step. ‘No, Mistress, I’ve never killed anyone on purpose but accidents do happen.’ Rita laughed and shook her head. ‘I guess you’ve been told you’re crazy a time or two, right.’ I straightened up and nodded. ‘A sense of humor keeps me sane most of the time.’ ‘I know that feeling. ........the huge, blue butt plug that I had suggested you wear on this special evening, is still lodged firmly in your rectum, pressing against your vagina from the inside, keeping you stimulated and moist for three hours. Your face tightens as you groan while using your sphincters to eject the plug and as soon as it falls out of your anus with a satisfying "pop", I drop to my knees behind you and my tongue runs wildly over your winking, gaping asshole, your perenium, your massive, hairy pussy, now sticky and almost completely whitened by your heavy, sweet vaginal fluids. You moan, "Oooooohhhh", while my tongue does its dirty work greedily as I reach underneath you and free ypur breasts from their confining bra and begin rolling your huge nipples between my fingers. The sudden jolt of pleasure makes you clamp a hand over your own mouth to keep yourself from screaming out and you begin grinding your naked ass against me, the crotch area of my pants now wet from precum. You deftly unzip.
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I was afraid she'd change her mind and decide I was a creep. As I was thinking that, she walked back out of her room. The fitted white polo shirt was gone, as were her jeans. She was skinnier than I'd thought, with good-sized breasts. Her white cotton panties rode low on her narrow hips. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded beneath her bra — also white, with a simple floral texture. She seemed amused and uncertain what to do next. "Come on, don't just stand over there, you said you'd model them for me. You've gotta at least walk over here and turn around so I can get a look at you," I said. She rolled her eyes, and launched into an exaggerated runway walk. As she approached the couch, she stopped and turned a full circle in front of me, striking a pose like a model. We made eye contact, and for a moment it was awkward, but then we both burst out laughing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the whole situation was too strange to take seriously. I made a show of looking her over.

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