“My name is Aran.” She snagged the apple from the air and this time ate at a more leisurely pace.“So, what can I do for you, Aran?” Sara asked...between bites. “Aside from eating all your food?” She smiled for the first time, showing a genuine warmth shining out from beneath the dirt on her face.Aran returned the smile. “Well, Sara, you can listen for a minute or two.” She looked back expectantly while her jaw worked on the fruit. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but you have a very special. Sharon rose shakily and faced the class. “Get dressed,” said Miss. “Jim, come over here and face the front.” She picked up the bendy plastic ruler, stroked his cock and reminded him that she would spank him now. “Put your hands on your head and do not try to move out of the way.” Thwack, the first stroke landed on his shaft, thwack, from the front along his shaft, thwack a flick under his shaft, thwack, thwack two across the head making him wince, followed by a swipe across the very tip of. I knocked on the door. He said come in. When I opened the door, the room was very dark. The shades were down and the heavy drapes were drawn. He was sitting in the dark with only a small fire going. He was sitting in his big leather winged back chair, smoking his pipe. He put his pipe on the smoking stand next to his chair. I loved to smell his pipe. He smoked a cherry blend that he had blended at a exclusive smoke shop Downtown. It was between his office and the Court House. I always loved it. I wanted to be an idiot again. It was wonderful having my thoughts full of joy, happiness, and fun. Everything was so amazing, and I discovered such wicked delights to indulge with. If I wasnt a bimbo, I doubt I would ever cheat on Frank. I just wasnt that type of woman. But I wanted to. My pussy ached to fuck a Black cock. The UPS man I sucked off the other day had been hung. What would it feel like to be taken hard by one? I sucked harder as I worked my mouth down Franks cock. More and more.