She looked down, she was ashamed. Thats right. You fucking hate yourself. You are a whore, right? You have every fucking reason to hate yourself, you ...ittle cunt. Let me out. Let me out! She cried. Oh dont be frightened baby. You dont have to hate yourself anymore. Im here to change all that. You cant do shit. Just let me the fuck out! She screamed. My closed fists found contact with her head. I hit her about three times, if I remember correctly. I was too busy laughing to count. When I looked. ...... by now my cock was bursting to be wanked, I wanted her to close her fist on it and pump it with her hand until I spurted everywhere! She had other plans.Pulling out a bottle of lube she slowly dripped it over my balls, rubbing them, making them made ache I could feel the pressure building and she hadn't even tugged at my cock yet! My mind was buzzing I wanted to cum so bad, My legs were squirming as she went back to sliding her fingers over my oiled nuts, I started to ask/beg her to. I already knew most of them, but my friendly smile was intended to distract people from my searching eyes, looking for a new conquest, if that be a female word, or for a new sort of look in the eyes of an old acquaintance. I did not doubt that a man who looked at me casually on most occasions might yet see me in a new light if his wife had turned her back to him the previous evening.That was how I came to know Stanley, our local banker; one fine morning, his smile lingered on me too long for. "Motor sports, hey?" said Kelly's dad. "Any particular type?" I don't mind really, though being based in the UK would be best fornow. I suppose if there had to be a choice, it would be Rally Tour,"answered Paul"I'm not connected to people like that, but I know where you can look.When you've got your grades and are looking for work, let me know."Kelly's dad was showing a keen interest in what he may have believedwas his future son-in-law.Paul could only keep up the pretence, knowing that his.