If he could have seen clearly I don’t think I’d have ever escaped. As it was, I can take no real credit for knocking him out. It was Jimmy Wabash ...ho ended it, and the weapon he used was a bronze statuette of a model which sat in a little niche between the windows. HOW long it was between the man’s first charge and the cracking blow against the back of his head which put him down, I’ll never know. He fell forward onto his face, and I thought that he was dead. I wasn’t certain that I wasn’t. Whether it was down to past experience, or just to a sexual sixth sense, she understood implicitly my state of arousal from minute to minute, from one wriggle to the next, from an early warning to take a time out to a sharp “Now fuck again.” Always wanting more but always careful how she took it. More than once I was conscious of Laura reaching across to squeeze my hand and catch my eye. “Good for you?” “Yes. You?” “Wonderful.” Are all cunts more or less the same? Probably they are, give or. ?I shall punish you, dear,? I say, stoking fingers up the backs of your legs one at a time, teasing a little as I speak. ?I do not intend to tolerate a such a messy slut!? That last word I punctuate with a firm spank on your raised bottom, getting a lovely yelp from my girl. Another smack, a little harder this time, and you moan. My left hand steadies you as my right brushes down, and then up, caressing your thighs before slapping again, twice more, each harder than the last. . ” It was all he needed. He stiffened one last time, burying himself as deep as possible into her, shooting rope after rope of his cum inside her. His mind was blank and he gripped her with insane determination, leaving himself inside her until he softened. And like that it was over, she kissed him one last time and they spoke brief words. He rolled off her and she lay there, feeling his seed spill out of her, unsure as to what to make of the mix of guilt and pleasure that surrounded her. She.