The stroking of my kitty became faster and more urgent as I laid back on my bed petting and fingering my little peach quickly bringing me to a very in...ense orgasm. I thought, wow that was intense and quick, could the idea of being spanked by Mr. Jones have brought on such a powerful orgasm. For the next week I was consumed by these thoughts and every opportunity had me fingering myself to climactic bliss. I did notice as the week went on how Mr. Jones looked at me a little different, as though. This was convenient for me, since I took the metro about an hour and a half to class every morning, and having a place 10 minutes from class to crash when I was either out late or had to be up extra early was a pretty awesome perk. The couple seemed pretty normal at first; the guy was about 5' 10", scruffy beard and sort of a husky build, but he was a funny dude and was great to hang out with. His girlfriend was about 5', just over the line from curvy and into chubby. She always wore glasses. " Robert trailed off, temporarily lost in the memory ofthat day that shouldn't have felt as long ago as it did. "I could feelit in my bones." He shook his head. "LIke some sort of icy sensation. Idon't know how else to describe it."But that stick, it feels the same. I mean, well, not like the ice in mybones, but I can feel it pressing against me. Sort of. It's kind of likethat thick air feeling I got as we approached the arcade."Angela furrowed her eyebrows. "I just find it so odd you could. . Batch was his name. Wants to be a woman, you know, dresses in girlie gear, straightens his hair and wears make-up, quite a laugh really. Small wiry black, black as night with long frizzy hair you always wished you could have, his hair not him...” we chortled. “Well I s’pose you could, but he’s transgender, like I told you.”“Yeah, yeah but he’s ugly too. I like a man with some looks as well as a big cock...”“Ah well, there you are. I saw him on the shower yesterday for the first time, he works.