’ He took her hand and led her to the sofa. ‘You can because you want to sail home in three days. You can because I’ve already secured your pass...ge. You can because I am a man with desires and we made a deal.’ She stood before him, unsure what to do. He made up her mind for her, twirling her body and deftly taking her across his lap, face down, as he sat on the sofa. Without warning his hand came sailing downward, making stinging contact with the round mounds of her derriere. She screamed, and. “That was good” she stated. “It was” I replied. “So, let me ask you Amy, who all has played with your pussy?” Amy looked surprised that I would ask, but I did not let her get away from the question. “What?” she asked trying to look innocent. “Why do you want to know?” “Well, I just might like to know who my competition is.” “I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell anyone else, and I mean it.” “Okay,” I said realizing she knew the difficulty someone would be in if she were found out. “You. When we was back at his house we sat on the couch he turned on some TV show that none of us was paying attention to and we had a few more drinks after about 10 minutes I lent over and kissed him and to my surprise he grabbed me and passed me back so hard and fast it was hot after we stopped I asked him if anyone was going to be back home and he said no I smiled as I looked around his plane family looking home pictures on the wall of their wedding she's very attractive and instantly I was wet. Part of what I like about this guy is that he’s genuinely a nice guy. When we were planning today he spent a lot of time assuring me that if I wasn’t comfortable with acting out his fantasy then we could move to his living room, and spend a few minutes chatting to help me get comfortable. He said he didn’t care what happened as long as I sucked him dry. I more or less knew I wouldn’t end up in a ditch, but I was meeting a stranger to give him head and I know not all serial killers look like.