Dad kept on slamming her keeping the pace the same, I fucking loved that and so did mom apparently. He slapped her ass hard but she was cumming too ha...d to scream. Dad was getting close; he grabbed moms silky hair to help slam into her dripping cunt. “Ahhh baby cum for me”Mom barely got the words out as her poor cunt continued to be stretched and abused.“Don’t tell me what to do”He licked his finger and poked it towards her tiny puckered ass hole,“NO!! Steven, never my ass.”He wasn’t listening;. .”“How bad? How bad?"SMACK.“UGH! Really bad! Really, really bad,” Ashley said moaning, while freeing her breasts, looking at her boss.“Make that ass clap for me! Make it clap."As Ashley shook her ass on her boss’ erection, Ashley thought of what her boss said. Then she thought of what Christian said to her recently. It all made sense. It all made sense.Ashley was now facing the wall, taking her boss’ strokes. Her cute breasts were hopping up and down as Mr. Bagwell smacked Ashley’s ass cheeks.. .." So remind me what you did, what you do? In real life?" In real life? It's funny: in many ways what I am doing now seems more like real life. Officially, I'm described as a Research Student. I work in a university. My post has me lecturing, giving tutorials to the students and researching. And, being run ragged. The popular idea of university life is people drifting along rivers in punts past wonderful medieval colleges and occasionally doing a bit of work. In fact, it often feels more like. Nothing happened that night, and we retired for the evening. Next morning, we had breakfast together and then headed for our appointment. The meeting was a great success, and the employer signed on for Sheryl's services. We hit the road for home, with some mutually-enjoyed music on the car stereo. It was a great 24+ hours with her, and I felt very good.About 1/2 way home, she asked me to pull off the road. I did so, having not asked why she made the request. We were in a fairly isolated area,.