I groan your name as you start slowly thrusting into me at first with long slow deep strokes but gradually increasing the rhythm, making me moan loude... and louder. You bury your face in my hair, kissing my neck. I get wetter and wetter. I start lifting my ass up to meet your thrusts. Flexing my pelvic muscles to grip you tighter inside of me “Oh fuck, thats so good" I moan. You push yourself up, straightening your back. Your arm slides under my body, around my waist and lifts me up so I'm on y. . DO YOU EVEN REALIZE YOUR CRIME?"The voice pounded again, harder."Stop doing this! Get out of my head!" He rolled to his side and curledinto a ball... but his knees no longer touched his chest... He reachedup to his body to move the obstruction, and felt warm, soft sacs offlesh where his pectoral muscles once rested. "Defiler? What in theHells is happening to me? Who is talking in my head?" TOSHI-SAN... LOOK UPON THE LIFE YOU HAVE DESTROYED!"His head was strained upward by an unseen force only. He is just heading inside to let the guys know that a hot slut is here, and on her way in." I replied as we made the corner and headed through the doors to the theater auditorium.Inside eight or ten males stood on either side of the stairs of the base of the balcony, including the guy who I had spoke with in the concession area. As we walked past the men and began to ascend the stairs, I reached down and pulled the back hem of her skirt up, exposing her ass to the males who intently watched us.. Even I was spanked when I was young.Me: Yes, but how did you respond?Interviewer: Well, I cried, of course. Ever child cries when they are spanked.I shook my head.Me: I didn't.Interviewer: Really?He looked at me strangely.Interviewer: What did you do?I laughed.Me: Well, I cried. I guess it is still natural. But, I enjoyed it. The first memory I have is getting spanked. Then, spanking myself. Sadly, it didn't really hurt. Not like it did when my dad spanked me.Interviewer: That is...strange.Me:.