When we got to the club, they seated us at a small table in back against a wall. I don't know if she had requested it when she made the reservation or...if they just needed the space because Linda and I usually had a larger table near the middle of the room. This was actually more pleasant, away from prying eyes and the din of the room giving us a chance to actually talk.We talked about her going off to school in the fall. She had decided on the state college because it had a better microbiology. It was an incredible sensation that had me burning with desire to plant my cock deep in her hot pussy forever. Sensing this she knelt in front of me and bent forwards allowing me to quickly plunge balls deep in that hot wet pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me threateningly, “Don’t be gentle, give it to me hard and fast!” and I was more than happy to comply. Her body was rippling with the impact of the thrusts and her moans were increasingly strident. Holding up her hand, she stopped me. "I have a treat for you today," he said as he dropped the bundle on his desk.A sigh of relief. The benefactor not the knife.She had learned quickly that he hated it when she begged and pleaded. It made him mad. The benefactor was what he called himself in the voices in the dark. He liked defiance. The more she fought him, the gentler he was."I don't want anything from you but to go home," her voice was hoarse and rough but she tried to sound tough.He chuckled, pleased. He stroked her hair, the. The lady at the store looked at me a bit confused. I guess it was because Iwas a guy wearing yellow ladies style shorts and a black capped sleevet-shirt that said "Run for a Cure for Breast Cancer" in pink writing on it. Itold her I had lost some weight and was unsure of my size but that I wanted acouple of outfits to run in and a new pair of shoes. She measured my waistand shoulders and butt and told me I was now a medium! I was pleased I hadlost so much weight. I had been wearing large shorts.