“I was hoping for something a little stronger than a Coke,” she answered in a whimsical tone. “But it’s only 3 in the afternoon,” I said moc...ingly. “That means it’s after 6 o’clock somewhere and it’s time for a cool one,” she replied. “Well, I’ve got plenty of beer back at my apartment if you’re willing,” I suggested. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, grabbing my arm. “Which way?” and we started walking back to my apartment. During the summer term, Paul and Mike were not attending. The way she moved her pelvis over my crotch and her heavy breathing gave me an immediate hard-on that I knew she could feel. 10 minutes later she had excused herself from her friends and met me near the men’s room. She had obviously been there before because she led me into an empty coatroom. She was on her knees sucking my cock faster than I could believe. I lucked out- she had a condom in her purse. I pulled my pants down, pushed up her dress and was inside of her. It was passion at first. A mechanical digger was pounding into the tarmac, hammering away like a jackhammer, pushing my mind to another flashback fantasy of being taken pneumatically in doggystyle. The vibrations tore through the bus, visibly moving the seats. How much longer can I last, how much more stimulus would the city throw at me? I promised myself if I saw one more tantalising thing I would jump off the bus and walk the rest of the way home. We passed by a corner shop with fresh fruit outside, god don't look at. He knew he could get fired and even arrested for this, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared about was how much he wanted her.“Ginger, have you ever heard of domestic discipline?”“No.”“It is a practice for husbands to keep their wives in line. Whenever she does something wrong, not good enough for his liking, or she talked back to him, he humiliates her by making her take her clothes off and spanking her. My drill sargeant father did it to my mother and it made her a much better wife and.