. You know you wanted this... Yeah... and don't you spill a drop, baby."I pulled my cum-coated cock out of my prey's mouth, and immediately she starte... coughing and gasping for air. I always loved this part. It was when they thought I was done with them, while for me this was just the beginning. She finally looked up at me with a look of pure defeat on her face. The cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth only excited me more and kept my black cock rock-hard. "Please, mister, can I go. It was the picture he’d been looking at yesterday.Without daring to think about it, Theresa double-clicked on the image and watched as it filled her screen. There she was: the lovely young woman, in a blouse and skirt not all that different from Theresa’s, lying across the older man’s lap and being spanked on her bare behind. Theresa stared at it, trying to summon the feeling of disgust she’d felt before. Imagining the humiliation of being treated like that, especially in a place of. It was just what she expected, a weathered kitchen table,a white refrigerator covered in magnets and notes, a counter-top with a micro-wave, and a sink. There was a turkey in the sink. Above the sink there was a cupboard. She saw the coffee maker, the scratched up chairs, a broom in the corner, a toaster all marked up with finger prints. Allyson went to the cupboard next to the window that was above the sink. Yep, there they were, the glasses. She found a big one, and filled it from the sink.. ‘Bethany takes young people for singing and piano lessons, and I’m sure that a few sessions with her would help you find your path through this piece Mark. Would you mind availing yourself of her assistance?’ Well, I just couldn’t believe my luck! Not only was I to be helped with what was proving to be my Achilles’ heel, but my helper was to be the very woman I had joined the choir in the hope of getting close to. Bethany and I quickly made arrangements for me to call at her house – which.