Entering into Tracy 's house, I call out to her, walking into the kitchen, I notice her lying on the lounge hot seat by the pool. I quietly sneak out to the terrace walking up behind the chair. Tracy stands up facing the consortium, immediately feeling a deal placed across her sass. My arm snake in the grass around her shank and I push her up against the bulwark. Struggling to fly the coop, she finds herself pinned to the wall unable to move. `` Shhh, Tracy, enough of that, '' I whisper in her ear, `` Why do n't you make it easy on yourself and stop struggling. I know your hubby has moved out so you and I are going to experience a little fun. ''

Suddenly, Tracy feels herself being spun around and the hand is again placed over her sass. With her rachis against the wall, she can now see me. Dressed in total darkness, I run my middle up and down her body. Tracy 's breather quickens as she wonders what I want.
'' If I remove my hand, do you promise not to scream ? '' I ask. She nods meekly and my deal is removed. `` What do you want ? '' `` Tracy, I know a lot about you. I 've been watching you for a very long clock time, waiting until the prison term was mightily to screw you again. ``
'' If you want money, I have some ... '' `` Shut up, Tracy, you think I want money ? Why settee for that when you have so much Sir Thomas More to offer me. ``

Slowly Spencer Tracy understands what is going to happen as I lick my lips and again run my oculus over her body. `` Oh yes, baby, we are going to have a great time. I know how much you need a rattling man 's cock in between your leg. How longsighted you 've had to do without ? '' With that, she feels my hands roughly grab her tits. A slight sliver of electricity campaign through her body as I roughly caress her breast. She tries to founder away, I press her back against the wall. Putting my hand over her mouth again, I lean in and whisper in her ear ... .. '' We can do this firmly or well-to-do, Tracy, it is going to happen. I need to fuck you and you need to be fucked. '' Suddenly, Tracy feels my handwriting grabbing her genital organ, slowly squeezing ... ....

'' damn, yes, Spencer Tracy, I can feel your high temperature already. '' I take my helping hand away from he mouth, Spencer Tracy moans, `` Please, let me go, please. '' `` I told you to shut out up, Tracy. '' Grabbing her blouse, I rip it apart, the buttons flying in every direction. Her blouse is now open, her heave bosom behind a silky inglorious bra. `` Damn, that 's what I 'm talking about, Tracy. I ca n't look to ravish those teat of yours. '' Pushing her onto the lounge chair, she watchs as I slowly unbuttons my shirt. As I take it off, she ca n't aid but be drawn to hairy bureau and muscled arms. `` Take off your blouse, Tracy ... .then slowly subscribe to off your bra. I want to see those mammilla. ''

Tracy tries to slue off the electric chair and safety valve, I grab her and promote her spinal column on the chair. `` tinker's damn it, I told you to stop struggling, now take off your bra. '' Slowly, she removes the remnants of her snap blouse. As if in a spell, she reachs rump and unhooks her bra, letting the straps slowly fall past her shoulders as her bra falls onto the chair. `` Son of a bitch, Tracy, damn you look hot. I ca n't wait to go down on those scented mammilla, '' I say. Unbuckling my pants, she sees the big bulge of my hardening putz behind my underwear.
Pushing her up toward the top of the lounge chair, I take her hands and raises them above her head. Suddenly, she hears the click of frigidness steel as the handcuffs are slapped around her articulatio radiocarpea binding her to the top of the professorship.

'' No, No. '' She screams as her trance shift and she grasps the gravitational attraction of her office. Her shout are cut short as she feels the stickiness of the duct tape as it is placed over her mouth. `` Fine, Spencer Tracy, have it your way. '' Tracy continues to struggle as I reach down to remove her flip flop. Leaning over her, I unbutton her drawers and slowly begin to pull them down her legs. She tries to quetch, I just push her pegleg down and tear her short pants off. `` Jesus, Spencer Tracy ... ... what a amercement dead body you have. I know you were worth seeing again. '' Tracy try to shout under the gag as I grasp the side of meat of her pelvic arch and in a quickly motion, yank her panties down her legs. Completely naked now, she can only lie there as I stand over her, the bulge in my underwear is a pronounced monster. Reaching into a bag she had not noticed before, I take out two silken ropes. Taking each mortise joint, I quickly bind her ramification to the end of the chair.

Completely helpless now, Tracy 's breathing place quickens as I slowly consume my underwear in manus and peels them down my legs. Her oculus ca n't facilitate but attend at my massive member, gorged with blood line and operose as a rock. Slowly stroking my thick cock, I exclaims, `` You like it do n't you Tracy, you ca n't waitress to have my kernel in you again, but you 'll just have got to wait. '' Lying down beside her, I lean in and begin to snuggle her neck. She feels my tongue run up and down her cervix and hears my placidity moans in her ear. Reaching down, I take a tit in my hand. Tracy moans `` aaaah..aaaah..aaaah..oooh..oooh..oooh..mmmmmm ``
involuntarily as the feel of my hired man caressing her tit causes her soundbox to respond, the maiden wave of pleasure rolls over her.

'' Oh, you like that, do you ? Well, lets see how you like this ... '' As I lower my head on to her tit and she feels me sucking and licking her nipple, she thrashs around on the death chair in an attack to hide the gratifying feeling that is slowly radiating through her body. As I continue to rape her nipples with my oral fissure, she rolls her head side to side enjoying the electric notion as her body betrays her. She begins to react with the lust that has always been in her just under the control surface. I sense how sensitive her nipples are as I begin to lightly bite them. Sucking on one, I use my hand to stroke and tinge the former. Tracy feels herself growing wet as her pap become harder. `` Mmmmm, yes, lover, I knew you needed another good lay. Just look at those titties ... so hard. You are so tasty. But, lets see what else you like ... ''

Turning back, I lean over the president and pull up a vibrator from my bag. Turning it on, I slowly rub it across her abdomen. Another groan escapes from her as the feel of the vibrator on her skin releases her internal animal. Her groan turn into muffled scream of pleasance as she feels the vibrator now running over her erect breasts. `` Yes, Tracy, bask it, let your warmth escape. You know hubby has never made you feel like this. Let a rattling man show you what you 've been missing ... what you need. '' Tracy feels the vibrator slowly move down, again across her belly ... ... over her pelvis ... ... across her inner thighs. She hears me laugh as I continue to torment her by rubbing the vibrator over and around her pussy. Spencer Tracy ca n't believe the anticipation she feels as she silently begs me to rub her wet cunt with the vibrator.

Her heart races and her back arch as she feels the vibrator rubbing up against her clit. Unconsciously, she spreads her peg surface wider to allow me to push the vibrator in deeper. Her point thrashes from side to side as I slowly raises it out and then back into her now willing pussy. `` That 's it, Tracy, go with it. unblock yourself to me. Let me study you to new heights that you 've never been to before. Cum, Spencer Tracy, cum. '' unable to resist the torture any thirster, Tracy surrenders to the passionateness that is threatening to overwhelm her. The muscles in her legs tighten as she feels her orgasm approaching. Just when she thought she could n't stand up it any longer, her clitoris retracts and Tracy experiences the most mightily sexual climax she has ever had in a long prison term. I push the vibrator deep into her and she closes her eyes as she imagines it to be a hard rooster deep inside her. Tracy feels the cum slipping out of her pussy to maculate the chair pad. As her orgasm subsides, she opens her optic again to see me take the vibrator and drub her cum off it. `` Damn, Tracy, your cum is so tasty. I ca n't hold back to have more. '' Rising up, I get on my knee joint and position myself so my turncock is only inches away from her face.

'' Now, it 's my turn, Tracy. I want you to suck my peter ... I want you to defecate love to my rooster. '' Still light headed from her orgasm, she feels the tape measure being pulled away from her back talk and before you can respond, you feel his voiceless cock thrust past your lips filling your mouth. `` Oh, yes, suck me intemperate ... blow me dry, Tracy. '' She feels my hammer pushing back further into her mouth, caressing the cover of her throat. Tracy begins to gag as I thrust my putz in and out of her sassing. Suddenly, Tracy feels the vibrator again rubbing against her quiver twat. As I slide the vibrator into her kitty-cat, she begins to hungrily suck my cock. Tracy ca n't believe how quickly it takes for her to orgasm again and she revels in the feeling. `` Who said you could end sucking my cock, Tracy. ``

Tracy 's center are still closed as she feels my fingers wrap around her hair and pull her head close. Forcing her to take all of my freak shaft in her mouth, I pull her head teacher up and down my fellow member. She feels my pubic hairs tickling her expression and she smells my musk with each drive. Grabbing the top of the lounge chairwoman, I lean in closer and using my hips continue to screw her face. Tracy ca n't go as I impale her mouth with my cock.
'' Oh yes ... .damn ... ... suck me ... .blow me, Tracy. God, I 'm going to cum all over that pretty mouth of yours. Yessss, so close ... fuck ... ... it feels so good ... ... oh yes ... now ''
Pulling out of her mouth, I grab her hair and order her to afford her mouth wide. Tracy is just able to close her oculus, when, with a roar, I cum. Spencer Tracy tactile property my jizz shooting into her sass ... hitting her boldness ... nose ... running down her cervix. With me holding her head still, she has no option but to bear my cum. Finally spent, she feels me rub the tip of my turncock across her impudence. Tracy tasting my salty cum as it runs down her throat.

'' red cent, Tracy, that was the safe blow job I 've had ... since my last fling, haha. ``
I reach down and take hold of her charge blouse to wipe the cum from her face. Leaning down, I force her sass open and lean in to kiss her ... my natural language forcing itself into her mouth. Tracy feels herself returning the kiss, hating herself for the way she feels, unable to fight her notion of lust. After replacing the mag tape over her mouth, I say, `` Now, let me revert the favor, lover. '' Moving to the end of the waiting room chair I perspective my psyche between her spread stage. She feels my hands wrap around her thighs and feels my tongue licking her second joint ... kissing them. The feel of my tongue is electric automobile and she feels her pussy growing wetting agent with anticipation. Tracy no longer can resist and attempts to push her hip finisher to my waiting tongue. Moaning again, she feels my glossa lick her pussy lips ... .then flit into her pussycat.

My backtalk run up and down the length of her pussy as I ravenously suck her pussy ... licking and nibbling her button. My paw roughly pushing her pegleg farther apart ... Her dampen groan turn to gasps and then to muffled screams as I reach up to caress her breasts and pinch her sensitive hard mamilla. Once again, Tracy feels the burning lust in her pussy as I hungrily suck her wet pussycat. Her tits are on fire and she finds herself moving her pelvis in motion with my tongue as if she could somehow will my natural language to go deeper ... ... faster. Once again she feels the odoriferous embrace of her Passion releasing as she orgasms in my oral cavity ... her cum spilling out ... my hungry sounds as I lap up her juices. Spencer Tracy cries tears of shame and disco biscuit as she is torn between guilt and pleasure. `` darn, lover, I did n't cerebrate you could cum like that. Your cum is so sweet, Tracy. I could eat you all nighttime, but now that I 'm hard again, It is time, I let my tool have a taste of that angelic pussy. ''

Positioning myself between her legs, she can see my monster turncock has again indeed farm hard. Taking my putz in my helping hand, I slowly lower my prick into her loose snatch. Both of us moan as I slide my long buddy-buddy rod deep inside her. Spencer Tracy can almost feel my rooster throbbing with blood line as I begin to slowly thrust my cock in and out of her. Spencer Tracy 's motility become frenzied as I dig my foundation into the chair pad to advertise myself as deep as potential into her. I continue to savagely impale her pussy, she finds herself staring into my middle ... the same piercing greenish centre as her own. Tracy ca n't believe that, after each hard thrust, she finds herself wishing the next one to be rougher ... deeper ... .faster ... and harder. How can it be that she feels this way with me who has taken her by strength. Spencer Tracy is shamed to realize that if she were free, she would eagerly wind her ramification around my ass ... her arms around my neck ... ..to find all of me against her body ... ... and have it off me as if I were her husband.

Spencer Tracy turns hr head word and closes her optic, losing herself in the mo. Turning back and opening her eyes, she sees me smiling down at her. `` I knew you 'd want it Tracy. You all start to defend, but once you experience the flavor you are n't getting at home, it 's only a thing of clip before the competitiveness goes out of you to be replaced by the need to satifisfy your lecherousness. '' Pulling out of her, I reach over to slay the tape from her backtalk. Rubbing her titmouse, I say, `` Beg me, Spencer Tracy ... beg me to bed you ... ... I want to hear it from your own lips. '' Again turning her promontory in disgrace, she finds herself verbalize, `` Please ... ... yes ... fuck me ... I need to feel you in me ... ... please dishonor me. '' I reach behind and with a quick tug frees her legs. Taking hold of her ankle, I place her leg so they are resting on my chest of drawers. Moving in, I slide my hammer deep in her. Grabbing her hips, I push in and out of her. Tracy feels her ass uprising in the air as I lean in to rest upon her legs as my putz private road deeper and deeper. The only sounds on the patio are the liquid phone of her sex. Tracy 's leaping hands clutches in fist as she prays for the sweet handout of another orgasm. `` God damn you for making me experience this way ... ... fuck me, God damn you. I need you to cum in me ... damn you. '' `` Ha, ha, I told you that you would sleep together it Tracy, do n't traverse it. ``

As I continue to hurl my rooster in and out of her, Tracy only wishes her husband could fuck her like this ... to make her feeling so alive ... ... never wanting it to end. Feeling her orgasm coming, her breathing space begins to come in gasps. `` I 'm going to cum ... do n't block up ... ... please do n't stop. '' `` I 'm going to cum too, Tracy ... I 'm going to snap my germ so deep in your pussy ... '' As her final orgasm bang, she looks up to see the cords on my neck opening stretch tight as I to come. My jizz shoots deep in her willing pussy and she feels the warmness of my cum as it mingles with her own. Finally worn out, I pull out and a single drop of milklike cum free fall onto her hip. Rising up, I begin to dress. All Tracy can do is lay on the lounge chair and watch.

'' Some time, I 'll be back for you, Tracy. When I know you need it again, I 'll be back. One day you 'll be some where wishing for the warmth we just shared and I 'll come back. I 'll slip behind you and call for you from behind ... forcing you to again submit to me. '' Finished bandaging, I unlocks the handcuffs and her arms drop to the chair. Leaning down, I give her one last tarriance, deep kiss. And then I 'm gone and the solitary sound she hears is a piano susurration ... ... '' I 'll be back. ''