I unceremoniously dragged back the covers & hauled you upright, slapping you hard across your phat white ass & making you yelp even though there was a...flimsy nightdress now covering it. "Take that off & stand by the end of your bed, Krystal, because we're going to be learning about how the cheeky white girl suffered for your sins. A very moralistic tale that I'm not sure you'll enjoy!"You stood there shivering a little once you'd removed the thin nightie & I watched your 38DD breasts rise &. How he knows how this feels is because he has been there before. It’s not a memory, at least he doesn’t think so, but a feeling.Slowly, he opens his eyes like he would were it morning. Everything is blurry, much like it is in the morning, but this is different. Everything is different. He is in water! Panic takes him and he fails wildly in the water. I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! But there isn’t a need to. There is something attached to his face. He reaches up to feel it. It is some kind of. ‘Persian,’ says Ellenor. Sam makes the tea, and Ellenor carefully moves the stacks of papers that are covering the entire table, in order to make room for them. The table is the only thing that is messy in Sam’s place. He’s extremely organized and tidy, and everything in his home hints of quality and an expensive price tag. ‘No luck tonight?’ says Sam, and pours the steaming tea in her cup. ‘Or dry-out?’ Dry-out is their mutual term for when you go out and there are no cute, interesting guys. Baker chuckled happily. "It just gets better and better every time we do it." He stroked a strong hand down her body, and she turned to kiss him, nibbling his lower lip for a moment."You made me come so hard Mr. Baker, you always do! I'm still quivering!" she murmured, pressing her ripe tits against him as she wriggled."Mmmmmm….you feel so good. I'd love to go another round but I don't have time. You make me so hard you hot little minx." I love how hard you get," she purred, wriggling and.