After several minutes of this treatment, she began to get a slightly glazed look, and her hips began to judder and tremble. I smiled rather sheepishly, but also as one woman taking another into her confidence. If there’s anything I can do …’ I let that hang in the air. Ah! I felt her hands take a firm grip at my sides, just above my hips, and then the next sensation was like being on the end of a hydraulic ram, as something huge was pushed into my vagina and pressed astonishingly far and deep. I didn’t think I could have got any more turned on, or my pussy any looser and wetter, than I already was – but I was wrong, and her dominant foreplay and these words took me to a whole new level of hyper-sensitivity, as if every nerve-end, every square millimetre of my skin, was electrified and telegraphing back its signals to my overloaded pleasure centres. ‘Now – cum for me, bitch! I was impatient to get home after a long day, and I had only owned the sports car for a couple of months and was still not used to the way its powerful engine responded to the lightest pressures on the gas pedal; it was easy to let the speed creep up, and to be honest
