But for now, I need to abuse you.” His hand gripped her neck and forced Amelia to stare into his piercing blue eyes. I took all the necessary precautions, locked all the doors, doubled over my tracks to avoid detection. Milf sex Her wrists strained in their holdings, the padded metal chair creaked ever so sightly with the shifting of her weight though he was well aware of the chair’s durability. A rough, calloused hand rubbed its fingers through the curly patch of pubes that covered her wet cunt. “That has to be him.” The man moved quickly, ascending yet another set of stairs leading to what Amelia assumed would be the roof or possibly a crawl space of some kind. Amelia screamed with the full capacity of her lungs and made the man angry. Not having much else to do except wait for her train, Amelia got up from her seat on a stone and wood patterned bench, walked cautiously and made an effort to keep a distance between the two of them.
