I spat how much I could and she spat and mixed and poured in a glass. She keeps doing it for 30-40 minutes. My ass was red and was hurting.Now she sai..., “Always call me mistress you flighty dog.” I said, “Ok mistress.” She now sat on the bed and said to me to worship her leg. I started licking her toes, finger and now kissing her thighs. She now grabbed my face and said eat that pussy now. I had never sucked a pussy before. When I licked her I was bad.She got angry soon and again said me to sit. I opened the door, and there was Mikey, looking a lot different than when I first saw her yesterday. She had obviously styled her hair and put on makeup. She was wearing a long raincoat that reached all the way down to her ankles. I could see that she was wearing a pair of feminine, heeled shoes rather than the work boots that she had on the previous day. Instead of a toolbox, she carried a large leather shoulder bag. Mikey gave me a polite peck on the cheek as she entered the house. “You’re. There was a dull and shifty silence as the party reacted to my less than thrilled response. ‘It’s you I have to blame for this, isn’t it?’ I demanded as Trevor, my best friend, came sidling up to ‘deal’ with me and my filthy mood. ‘Yes,’ he said, as he slipped a glass of champagne into my hand. ‘Drink this and eat these,’ wedging a small, sticky handful of chocolate fingers into my mouth, ‘then see if you still want us to ‘sod off’, OK?’ ‘OK,’ I mumbled through the biscuits, beginning to cheer. I don't understand myself.Sitting on the beach again you reach out and push me. I know what you're trying to do. I want to grab your arms and pull you on top of me. But I don't. I promised.Besides, in 20 minutes my parking runs out and I'll need to move the car. I know the moment you touch me I'll lose track of time. But still, my mind wanders...It wouldn't take much, a quick tug on your wrists and you'd be falling on top of me. Your body pressed hard against mine. Would you pull away? I don't.