“Hell no! I don’t like them,” I said, “I fucking love! them,” I teased. His feet were bare and his ass looked perfect in his white panties....“Wetzel take your shirt off,” I told him and he obeyed right away. “Mmmm!” I murmured, rubbing his prominent Abs., and pecs with my left hand and cupping his left ass cheek with my right hand, pulling him close and kissing him again, “Mmmmmuh, ohhhhh, mmmm, yah, mmmmm-----mmmmmuh!” he moaned. I turned the lantern on low, that was hanging in the middle of. I spun around and hithim as hard as I could in the kidneys which made him falter, but he wasup quickly, and ready to charge again. Because I had a pleated skirt onI wasn't hindered in moving, and was able to duck him once again, but bythen, he was enraged. His next punch caught me on the side of the head,making me dizzy, but he followed that with a punch to the gut, and thatdropped me to the floor. As he stood over me I looked up into the eyesof a man out of control. Rolled into a ball, he. He keeps me going for hours, I cum over and over as he tells me all the dirty things hes going to do to me&hellip, he makes me pull on my nipples and smack them until theyre swollen and raw, sending a jolt to my clit with even the slightest contact. He tells me to repeat the abuse upon my swollen pussy, leaving me shivering and aching for an orgasm. And what does my little slut want now? he asks, his voice making my mind weak with desire. You, I reply, my voice thick with lust, I want you,. I gasp as his hip brushes against mine; as still as anything now, I am afraid to move. If I touch or brush against him, the shirt I am wearing will not hide my erect nipples. I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head up then turn it to meet his eyes still observing me move. He has a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, as though he is trying to hide his amusement. "Thank you for my drink," I say in a low tone still not meeting his eyes with mine. "You are welcome, baby." His voice.