Both stung painfully. Ariadne continued to give me fairly hard blows, then said, “I want you to imagine you’re fucking my asshole and pump even ha...der.” “Yes, Lady.” I pumped harder, and Ariadne’s smacks eased off a bit, timed to smack me at the top of each stroke when I offered myself to her most fully. My ass smarted, but it was an entirely pleasurable feeling. My cockhead, plunged between her cum-dampened thighs, throbbed and grew. Lady Ariadne clamped her thighs together, greatly increasing. " I have your job application under review." Oh, good. I think." Do you want to attend the seminars or actually push a vendor cart fora few days?" A few weeks, actually. There's a ... social event coming up." Required fun." You know of it." We cater it." How difficult would it be...." Not difficult at all." Really." Your company has a reputation. What shift would you like?" How many shifts are there?" A pair of four-hour shifts on each day." Can I take all four shifts?" Yes. Assuming you attend. ’ ‘This is not about logic. This is not about love. It is not that I don’t trust you, I’m afraid of failure. Failing Franciszka, failing you, failing my father, and failing me. I did it once, I can do it again. What if I don’t measure up again? What if I get bored and want more spice? What if? What if?’ and she started crying. I held her close and said not a word. This was not about logic, this was about history and commitment. I had no idea that what I was going to say was going to make a. She moaned more and I could feel the vibrations on my meat. I twisted and tugged her nipples more and told her more about her wanton sluttiness. She loved it and popped my cock out to began to beg me to fuck her. I grabbed her by the hair and brought her over to the window. Once there I threw the curtains open so the sun came in and put her up against the window. There she stood leaning in front of the window with her erect nipples pushed against he glass and me getting ready to ram my hard.