.. Kendo berry much rike to talk for you. Prease say what name you own?" he managed.A little awkward on the syntax, but I got the drift; "Mike ... and...you are ... Kendo?" I said slowly pointing at my chest then his.It was stupid, I know, why is it that when you speak to someone who uses English as a second language, your voice gets very slow and louder?Kendo either didn't mind or was grateful that I was going slowly, I couldn't tell which but he was smiling, "Would rike ask question to Mike.". "Number twelve, please." Her voice was a cool whisper--she was turned on, but there was also something else in it. Whack, whack. The hairbrush made a different sound--quieter, but denser. And it left nice, small rectangular red spots behind it. "Number thirteen, please." Whack, whack. Fairly hard, right on the crease between her cheeks and her thighs. A tender spot. "Number fourteen, please." Her voice tweaked. I teased her again, just briefly, my fingers rubbing the heat of her skin, but only. .fucking drain me of come”He was spent, he flopped down on top of Alice his sweaty, matted hairy chest rubbing all over her sweaty smooth breasts. He eventually pulled his limp cock from her well fucked hole and stood up, come hung from his helmet and dripped onto the carpet.“Stay there a minute, keep your legs spread”, he reached for the camera to get his final shot, the completion shot for his pervy private album. He took about five snaps of his come running from Alice's hole and down over. I stared straight into her eyes, reading her ambivalence, her fear, her excitement. “You have your safeword, Jasmine.” My finger teased her lips again. “Cabbage, remember? Why don’t you use it?”She stared back, breathing sharply. I reached round to unzip her skirt.“Say it!” I challenged. “Cabbage.”Jasmine was silent. Her skirt fell to the floor.“Very well. Now that’s settled, why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the bed?”“Should I think of England?”I smirked. The bed had a proper metal.