“Ah Ammmeeee, yes mmmm”.I have no idea how, but she had removed my belt buckles by then was already undoing the zipper of my pants. Before could r...move all her shirt buttons, she had her hands inside my pants and was already stroking my tool.“I missed this.” she whispered. She lifted her torso, letting me get rid of her shirt and coat. Now she was in a black bra and black pant. My, oh that was hot. She undid my pant completely by then and pulled it down. We shifted position in the couch. Now I. ” I told him that Drew had been admitted to a hospital that afternoon. I commiserated with him, and decided not to tell him that I had found his actions questionable in accepting the blow job in the first place. He appeared to have come to the conclusion on his own. I also found my own actions in letting Drew try to give me a blow job to be despicable. Beyond despicable. Drew was in the local city hospital’s psychiatric wing. I called and asked about visiting, that was not going to happen. I. Her demands were all that expected from any woman, the house in the country and all the cash she could lay her grubby hands on, so to make things easy for her I gave into her demands, but still that didn’t stop her from digging up the shit about me. ~~~ Now Cornish roads are notorious for their lack of facilities and soon I was in desperate need of a pee, luckily it wasn’t too long before I noticed a sign offering toilets and refreshments. It was a bit off the beaten track and when I entered. You move away from her, picking up the electric dildo and coating it with the conductive lube. You climb on the bed between her feet, moving up to her body. Teasingly you move your hands over her mound, just one finger touching, light as a feather. Her body tenses and strains, trying to move closer to bring herself more pleasure. You quickly smack her square on her pussy, and hard. As her yelp subsides you say ‘You know better then to move when my hands are on you slut! You will be punished for.