The orgasm fills every spot of her being. The pleasure is too great and she has to scream.“OH FUCK ME, YES, YES, FUCK ME SOOOOOO HAAAARRRRRRDDDD!�...�She calms down. I haven’t cum yet and still have a huge erection. I ask her what she wants. She wants me to ride her, she wants to ride me, she wants it doggy, she wants it however I will put it. My immediate though goes to her ass. I asked if that was OK and to my surprise she said yes.I order her on her knees as I lube my dick from the stuff. “This is a special night for you two, no? Let me get some wine for you.”She headed out the back; I looked at Megan and raised an eyebrow.“I honestly have no idea how she could tell,” Megan said. “I did tell her that I did have a boyfriend, and you would be coming to help me moved stuff in today. But I didn’t tell her what I intended; I mean, what I hoped we would do.”Maria returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she poured us a glass each. Then, a middle aged man carrying a huge. You weren't supposed to take it seriously.But isn't that misleading? Why should we ask how the other person is doing if we don't actually care—or, rather, if that isn't the answer we want them to give?But no one else does it. They all know it's misleading. They know that 'How are you?' is a code, a way of saying something that isn't the words themselves. They understand the, what, the social context? The clues? They aren't fumbling over it. They aren't making social faux pas. They aren't .... ... smack.... Each of the five times, the meter read 14."Now that is proper paddling," the announcer said, "Number 287 really knows how to use that paddle." Evelyn watched closely as the black slave turned and was led into the darkness. She looked so familiar to her. Almost like someone she knew from her college days, but she couldn't place the face..., and why would she know a slave?The cycle continued with slave after slave, each taking their place on the pillory and then as punisher as the.