The question crossed my mind more than once to wonder which of them were just acquaintances, which were study-buddies, and which were maybe something ...ore. However she was certainly “of age” now and the answers were none of my business. I couldn’t even afford for her to ask a similar question of me.We got a late start on the two-and-half hour drive back home but after all it was her day to celebrate and I didn’t want to cut it short. When she finally said she was ready to go, she looked so. He slapped my ass timidly. I told him harder. Again. Harder. The third one stung and took my breath away a bit. I said, "Moo ichidoo, kudasai!" - Once more please! - again and again and in the process dropped my shorts so that I could brace myself with both hands. To my right, in the full-length mirror on the door it looked ridiculous. Me bent over with my ass in the air, my cock and a growing line of jism bouncing with each smack, and Ich, with his left hand on my back smacking me with his. What’s the other thing?”“The first time I hear you say ‘I love you’ I’m outta here.”“Got it. No use of the L-word.”“I hate to interrupt a delicate moment,” she said, “but I did take the precaution of packing an overnight bag.”“You did, did you?”“It’s in my trunk. I’ll go get it.”“It’s cold out,” he replied. “I’ll get it.”“A gentleman,” she remarked.She accompanied him to the door. From the doorway she unlocked her trunk with her key fob. Martin dashed to the car and retrieved a small soft-sided. She needed to reach the location the Greenhoods had set up to fake an assault on the mines to distract the guard forces around the thousand foot deep mine shaft known simple as, The Pit. They would need then to hold the guards attention long enough for her to reach the elevator, board it and descend into the depths. Her mission was to find a simple bit of metal, the magical Clapper from the Transit Bell. Without it, the humans and related forces were stranded and slowly being overrun as their.