I said she asked questions at the wrong time.“Just watch my cock.” I said, and at that, my penis pulsed and a jet of white fluid erupted, most of ...hich landed on my trousers, the rest running over her hand which she quickly pulled away. I continued to ooze semen for a couple of seconds.“What was that?” she asked“That is what makes babies.” I replied. There was no sign of comprehension so I went on. “If I put this” I said indicating my cock, “where my finger is now, when I cum that travels up to. The pain was so sudden and sharp it brought tears to Alene’s eyes, Paula slapped her left breast so hard, “I told you to lick your nipple! are you daft?” she yelled at her. The slap returned Alene back to earth and left a burning handprint on her boob. It was so painful, almost crippling... “Ok, I see and understand,” Paula angrily said, slowly walking to her desk, “if you’re not game, it’s ok by me, I’ll just get back to my work and post those photos on the net.” that threat was much more. Her talent was sadly abandoned but she had no regrets about her life at all. We started seeing one another several times a week, attempting new position and exchanging stories of past sexual experiences. Her most shocking secret was a brief lesbian romance she had when she was in college with a teacher. Each time she mentioned the name Miss Curry a smiled lightened her face. I did have the distiction of being Gramma Grace's first experience in anal sex. I was very gentle and had generously. There never was anything to give up, Jorat,” she spat back. “Frankly you smell and your idea of polite conversation is just disgusting.”“Always putting on airs and graces, as if you’re something special,” he snarled. “Yet you go hanging out with a slave.”“She is special and even going out with a slave she’d still be doing better than if she went out with you,” I replied calmly. “Now go away, this is a private conversation.”There was a lot of stifled laughter in the background; seemed Jorat was.