It was unusal sign I haven’t seen any days. I slowed my car. The sign shown up again at a distance. It says a left turn. I never wanted to take a le...t turn and go off road. But this turn never was their before. This made me curious. I took the turn. It was muddy road. Driving through it was also a new experience. The mud, dirt keep splashing out off the tyers.It took me to a graveyard. The gate was closed. I looked around. The night, the fog and dirt of tyers made the sence unvisible. I thought. Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle. She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not doing so. After the 10th stroke she gave me an 11th, 12th, 13th it just went on and on until after she had counted to twenty she stopped and laughed at me for innocently believing that she would give me only the 10. We're almost there," he growled, stroking my short hair with one hand. Another left hand turn and then a right turn and he slowed to a park, pushing my head up again. I was dazed as I looked around, but I quickly came to my senses and followed him in. Stan lived as a bachelor (obviously) and had an older victorian house in the middle of town. I followed him in and didn't pay much attention to the architecture but only noticed that the house was pretty vintage. All I could feel was my own raging. Fortunately the seats were vinyl so cum could be wiped away easily. “Hey Alec.You cum a lot! That,s the biggest load of jizz I,ve had shot in me in months and you,re now even warming up,my inner tummy!” she chuckled and began to lick up excess cum. After a rest listening to,pop music on KOMA radio out of Oklahoma City which could be received in most of the Midwest after dark they had a more leisurely fuck before Amy put her clothes back on. “Better drive me to my Aunt Em,s place so I can get a.