My own tool was straining against myboxers. The coffee cup slipped from my hands, sloshing its liquid acrossthe table as it slowly spun to a stop.I pu...hed my chair back and gathered a towel from the counter. "What thehell is happening to me?" I softly gasped as I began to wipe up my mess.I flipped the coffee cup back over and filled it again. Slowly I carriedit into the living room where I sat on the end of the couch. Again takinga quick sip I sat the cup down, only to be suddenly back into the. Probably the effect of the spanking on my ass. Then she takes my cock in her hand plays with it and sudden with her other hand she smacks hard on my cock. It is a feeling of some pain and pleasure mixed and the erections follows. “Good” she says ”now lie down on the ground” I do and she comes standing over my face. I see her pussy between her legs but very quicky it comes closer and she sits down on me. Yes a face sitting, I like it. Once she is in place she moves a bit and her ass is just at. ”“At least we’re out in the bush again,” Kaz said as she took in a lungful of fresh air, “couldn’t get away from the stink of that cleaning fluid.”“Yeah, it’s not very pleasant. It smelled like they’d dumped about ten gallons of bleach into the compound.”“If you found it unpleasant, just imagine how it smelled to me,” she said as she tapped her pink nose with a curved claw. “Your kind has five million olfactory receptors, mine has a hundred and fifty million.”He chuckled, starting off through. ‘Your name?’ I asked her in Russian. Her eyes slowly opened, and she seemed to assess my intentions. ‘I’m Alexandra.’ She told me. ‘Are you here alone?’ I asked. Her eyes lowered, and she didn’t answer me. ‘Black Mercedes is yours?’ I asked, sure I missed a pronoun in there. Alexandra’s eyes shot back up to me, and the fear returned. ‘We need to move. I carry you?’ I asked. Alexandra recoiled from me, but stopped when her back hit the rock, knocking the light over, and we were once again in.