Her eyes opened when her fingers found hid rigid staff, and she could tell he was big, much bigger than Pete by a significant margin. She moaned as she started to rub it affectionately, so many fantasies of her own were running through her mind. Pete was very vanilla; he'd never been a fan of things like oral; on the other hand Tanya had always been sexually curious and adventurous.<br/><br/>Then he pulled her hand away and she whimpered in slight disappointment as she felt him step back... Her head turned to look at him over her shoulder as his hands pulled on the jacket and she simply let it go... She loved how confident and assertive he was. He knew what he wanted and he just took it, or did it. As she prepared to turn to face him he was behind her again and he manoeuvred her however he felt was best...<br/><br/>And she followed through with his wishes, moving to her knees on the trunk and her hands on the bed... She felt vulnerable on the one hand, and exactly where she'd hoped to be on the other. She lowered her head and she took a deep breath as she knew he was looking right at her rear, and the slight bit of red lace that covered her private places.<br/><br/>When he slapped her cheek she gasped, then instinctively she pressed her ass back as if demanding another. Her pussy seemed to get wetter the instant his hand made contact. She groaned in great need as she looked back at him over her shoulder, catching his eyes just as he spoke. She grinned in amusement at his words... She loved how his hands grabbed and squeezed anything and everything like he owned it... "Please... Thatcher... Don't tease me..." She muttered as her hips swayed a little bit from side to side...