Cindy slid out of bed and gathered her dot clothes off the storey. She turned around and saw that he was still sound asleep before quietly slipping out of the bedchamber. She headed for the bathroom where she quickly got dressed and splashed some cold water on her nerve. Cindy looked in the mirror and smiled as she remembered what happened net night. The thought of it got her excited all over again. But she realized she had to get out here as soon as possible. A few minutes later Cindy left the privy and headed downstairs. In the keep room she started to pull in her belongings.

'' Leaving already, '' she heard someone say behind her.

Cindy turned around and saw him standing in the entrance of the living room. He was still naked. His priapic phallus hung. Cindy remembered how her mouth had been wrapped around that hard thick Italian cock last night.

'' Yeah, I should leave, '' Cindy replied meekly.

'' Why do n't you stay ? '' He asked and walked closer to her.

'' What if someone sees me here at this time ? ``

'' No one is going to see anything. The shades are all closed and my wife is out of Ithiel Town. Besides everyone knows you babysit for us. I want you to stay, '' he said and wrapped his mightily Italian subdivision around her and lifted her off the flooring. Cindy wrapped her legs around his waist as he leaned in and kissed her. His sass landed on hers, slipping her his tongue. Cindy returned the kiss. She ran her hands through his boneheaded hair. He turned around and took her back up upstairs.

Cindy had a crush on Mr. Richards from the moment she walked into his social Studies form. His spacious shoulder, sinewy weapon system and rugged Italian expression made her melt. So when she found out he needed a babysitter, she offered her services. That was almost a twelvemonth ago.

Cindy babysat for the Richards once or twice a week. In the beginning it was all professional. Cindy would hail over and the Richards went out, when they returned Cindy would leave. But over the past times few months there had been a slight switching in the dynamics. Mr. I. A. Richards was a lot more friendlier. He joked around more and he started to rub her shoulders or meet her arm. When they sat on the couch alone he would pat her knees. Cindy started to wear short skirts or dresses when she babysat so she could feel his hired man over her smooth skin.

Cindy came over survive night in a low neckline tee shirt revealing a little cleavage and a scant skirt two in above her knees. She was called to babysit as Mr. Richards took his wife to the drome then met up with some friends afterwards. Around eleven Mr. I. A. Richards came home and found Cindy on the put watching TV. He sat next to her and started up a conversation. His hands squeezed her knees a few times.

Who made the first motion was unclear. Was it that Mr. Richards offered her a glass of wine-colored or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stigma ? Her men grazed against his thigh. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it.

Going along with the consequence, Mr. Richards undid his boxers and Cindy got an eyeful of his monumental semi-hard phallus. Mr. Ivor Armstrong Richards reached over and took Cindy 's wrist and brought it closer. Cindy wrapped her hands around his quill and squeezed. Cindy got a short closer, leaned in and wrapped her lip around his cock. She started to slide his stiff penis down her mouth and Mr. Richards leaned forward and ran his fingers around her outer second joint. Her skirt had gone up an column inch. Cindy slid off the lounge and got between his pegleg. Keeping her mouthpiece still on his peter she managed to off his shorts and put them aside. Her lips got to the tip of his cock and she used her tongue to lick the head. Cindy grabbed his rooster again and licked her way down to his glob. She played with them for a while and Mr. Richards leaned back and moaned. Cindy continued with the blowjob for a while when suddenly, Mr. Richards grabbed her by the back of her neck. He got up bringing Cindy with him. He wrapped his men around her and pulled her in. He lifted her off the flooring and Cindy wrapped her pegleg around him. Mr. Ivor Armstrong Richards kissed her. His tongue immediately went into her mouth. Mr. Richards carried Cindy up the step, towards the headmaster bedroom.

Once in the room, he leaned forward and lightly dropped Cindy on the bed and her head hit the mattress. He lifted her skirt up and slowly removed her pantie. He threw them on the storey and went down on her. The here and now his clapper touched her inner thighs Cindy moaned out loud. She felt his lip on her pussy and his glossa inside of her.

'' OOoohhh goooddd, '' Cindy moaned. At that mo Cindy did n't care if Mrs. Richards walked in, or if the baby awoke and started crying. She wanted this Italian entire inside of her.

Mr. Richards ran his hands down to her ankle. He brought her legs up until her genu were on opposite sides of her typeface. Mr. Richards then dug into her pussy even more. His lips and tongue caressed every column inch of her fair sex. Cindy continued to moan when all of a sudden she did n't feel his glossa anymore. She looked up and saw his sitting over her. His monolithic thick hammer in his hand, eyeing her.

He took his cock and lightly tapped her wet cunt. The slapping drove Cindy state of nature. Mr. Richards was teasing her.

He tapped her pussy with his putz a few fourth dimension when he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her again. She tasted herself on his clapper. He moved around her mouth to her neck opening and then started going towards her tit. Cindy lowered her stage, giving him a practiced admission to her pectus. He lifted her tee shirt over her head and threw it on the flooring. He quickly undid her bra and threw that as well. He grabbed one knocker and sucked on it while he pinched the early one. His teeth bit into her nipple and the aureola. A easy pain in the neck ran through the torso. He continued kissing her until he was back to licking her wet cunt.

Mr. Richards lifted one leg up and placed over his shoulder as he guided his cock inside her.

Cindy let out a belittled cry. She had never had a cock this big or thick. Cindy understood why Mrs. Richards was always in a just mood. She was married to a fuck-god.

Mr. Richards gently slid his pecker inside the tight eighteen year old kitty. He felt his cock stretching the paries of her pussy.

Cindy let out another cry. more than ecstasy then anything else.

Mr. Ivor Armstrong Richards started to eff Cindy. His cock went in and out of her. When his putz was inside of her trench, he put his arms around her and flipped her over. His cock was still in tactfulness. Cindy was now on top.

She placed her hands on his hairy dresser and dug her nails in deep. In reply Mr. Richards slapped her ass. Cindy started gyrating her pelvic arch followed by jumping on him. Her ass slammed against his body. Mr. Richards leaned forward, pulled Cindy down and wrapped his arms around her. Her tits pressed against his sweaty hairy chest. Once he had her restrained, he started pulverizing her. He shoved his hips in and out her super fast. His cock was relentless.

'' Ahhhhhh ... ... ... '' Cindy screamed aloud.

Her screams only fueled him. He went faster and faster. Cindy tried to move but he was too strong.

Cindy was reaching flood tide as was Mr. Richards. They both came together. He unleashed a duncical stream inside of her. He held here tightly until he was done. When he finished emptying his load, he released his grip. Cindy relaxed and slid off of him.

That was close night.

Now Mr. Ivor Armstrong Richards brought her backbone upstairs. He dropped her on the bed, and removed her clothes.

He flipped her over, leaned forward and grabbed her hair.

This prison term he wanted anal retentive .