." I grinned, "looks like we'll have to call you Mistress now." Bitch!" She lunged for me. I turned on the remote and cranked it tomax. Her eyes went ...ide, as did her legs. "Don't! Don't do th-a-a-a-at!!!" Frustrating, isn't it? S-someone having that power over you? Theproblem with a female orgasm is...there's no guarantee of it ever ending."She attacked. Her first move was a punch, something I was of courseunable to do myself. That was her advantage. Fortunately, she hadn'tquite got a handle. After several hours of drinking, he finally fell asleep. The empty cans of beer were tossed on top of his clothing. The next day, Jake found his job unbearable. He had a big hangover from drinking all night. But the worst part was that he hated working. It wasn't that his job was tough, he just wasn't used to working. It was so boring. Then, he saw and seized on the opportunity for fun. A guy twice as big as Jake, was having a hard time with the boxes. He was actually whimpering. Jake. After a couple of good climaxes, she eagerly swapped positions with him and polished his knob to a high gloss.She had a talented mouth and could take most of him down her throat even at the odd angle their bodies formed. After a few minutes, she spat out his dick, climbed on his lap, and impaled herself in one fluid motion. With her knees outside his hips, she fastened her lips to his and gyrated like Tina Turner on amphetamines. They had an intensely satisfying mutual orgasm. With no break,. She gagged uncontrollably and had trouble keeping his cum from going down her throat. She kept it in her mouth until she felt it shrinking. She leaned back and opened her mouth while he stared at her. “Perfect,” he smiled at her. “You’re a good girl, Claire.” She closed her mouth and swallowed it with a visible disgusted look on her face. “Can I use your bathroom?” She asked him, trying not to think about the taste in her mouth. “Sure, you don’t have to ask. It’s down there. You going to.