I would take in all nine inches of him, and my hands would fall down on his chest as though searching for something to grab and hold on to. Then he wo...ld make his order and I began riding him.I gave him no mercy; tonight I wanted to show him how exactly much I loved it when he fucked me and I got the pleasure to fuck him. He slapped my ass and I cried out. He stuck his fingers in my ass while I was still pumping his cock, and I squirmed momentarily stopping my humping as he moved his fingers in. He said he would send me his address at 5 the next day (Friday) and expected me to arrive at his door at 7:00 on the button.All day Friday I was nervous and wondering what the weekend had in store for me. On the other hand I was also looking forward to this weekend more than I ever have any weekend before. Being the boss has its perks so I quit work early and got home about 3 in the afternoon. I grabbed a sandwich and started packing a duffel with several different cross dress outfits that I. You are a really bad slut. You know how to take a cock.” He then whacked my ass. I yelled out, “Oh yeah you fucker. Slap this ass. Slap this ass while you bury your cock in me.” WHACK! I could feel my asscheeks burn. WHACK! It hurt but it felt good to. And I could feel my dick getting harder.It was then that the door flew open. “What the hell?” It was my dumb, jock older stepbrother. I hid my face and hoped he would not notice it was me.“What the fuck are you doing, Dad? And why are you doing. The innkeeper had brought down a small yet sturdy mace on the oaken structure before her. ‘Oi! You want to spill each other’s blood, do it outside! Just remember the last time you decided to do so, Ern!’ The fellow, Ern, made a sour face. Whatever incident the owner of the Braidwood Inn was referring to, seemed not to have tuned out too well. His free hand touched his leg close by the knee as memories returned. ‘And you…!’ She pointed her mace at the Dunmar woman, intent on keeping her voice.