I don’t bother with a towel I just walk towards you and embrace you with water dripping from me. Your hands cup my face and you kiss me hard and ...uriously. I am hungry for you, starved in fact and my fingers on your face clawing if only my nails weren’t blunt tell you what my mouth doesn’t and they ask you for everything. I feel your cock pushing into my stomach and I know I have to release it, have to touch it and taste the pre-cum I know exists already. I untie your. I slapped his right cheek with excessive force. "Agh!"Then the other little white cheek. Harder this time."You still want to curse and do d**gs in my house you little shit? I'm tired of this."Whap. Whap. His pale ass started to turn real pink and he even stopped struggling. Started crying into the pillow on the couch. Four more even slaps on each cheek and I ceased. He got the point. He didn't sit right the whole next day. He straightened up for awhile after that, he wasn't allowed to have. "So you want to be my cum guzzling white bitch too?". His cockhead is nothing compared to his girth at the base. I could take him till I hit my gag spot. He grows hard and starts to stroke himself while I work maybe the first 4 inches. I love it how the foreskin pulls back, almost dissapears on arousal. Frederick puts a hand behind my head and starts to move his hips. He pulls out, smacks my cheeks with his cock then lays it over my face, balls under my chin and the tip somewhere above my. "So is it all right to help Paula celebrate this special occasion tonight?" Celebrate! Of course I'd be delighted to." He turned to Paula, took both her hands in his and pulled her to him so hard that she lost the towel that had been wrapped around her body. "By the way Paula what are we celebrating, your birthday?"Unconcerned about being nude again and in front of his secretary Paula allowed herself to be wrapped in his strong arms. "Oh no Mr. Jones--" she said as she felt his strong hands.