I listened to a minute of it reciting “Drink, Love, Taste, crave, addicted to cum” And took it off. Intense I said pulling it off. My little clitt... started getting hard. I started to get dizzy from the fumes in the room. Whats going on “Oh the air in this room is filled with stuff to get girls horny” chris said. I was like oh noe. I started to try and walk but my 8 inch heels tripped and I was suddenly in the 9 pool bed for the bukkakes . I fell in and chris tried to help me up “careful girl.. I decided to give him the long version. I gritted my teeth and began: "Just over five months ago I was contracted to work as the chief supervisor on a construction job in Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon, building a new multi-storey shopping center. It was a six-month contract, working six days a week. I didn't really want the job, since it would mean I'd be away from my wife and home for half a year - but the money they offered was too good to refuse. There's a boom in building there. He’d expected the usual pranks and outbursts on his first day, at 28 he’d been teaching high school geology for three years, he knew the tricks. What he hadn’t expected was Izzy. It was the last class of day and the sophomores knew exactly what buttons to push, he kept his cool, he knew his 6ft toned tanned body would cause a stir among the girls which could trigger the typical jealous bravado in the boys. He was scanning the room, almost smug at how right his predictions were, when he saw. ?Thank-you,? she sobbed. ?Thank-you. Thank-you.? He didn't know if she was thanking him for beating her or thanking him for stopping. She kept struggling upward and, when her head reached the level of his crotch, she used the thumbs on her boxing gloves to pull his shorts down over his hips to his knees. Then she put her lips to his sweaty, half-erect cock. When had that happened? he asked himself absently. Did beating his wife half to a pulp actually turn him on? Was he some kind of sick fuck?.