I couldn't wait to hurt this bitch. I would be patient and bid my time then strike her down and give her the fucking she really needed. I figured she ...as a lesbo – I hate fucking lesbians!I waited and watched she was the kind that would wait till near the end of the night. She would tease and then prance out of the bar, the bitches would sigh with relief while the guys would groan with disappointment. Only it wasn't going to go that way tonight. Not this night because this cunt had a date with. A tall, presentable young man strolled into the bar, looked round for a vacant able and, failing to spot one, came to where they sat. "Excuse me," he said. "It's pretty crowded in here. Would you mind if I joined you?" When Isabel nodded and indicated a vacant chair, he paused before sitting down. "You're very kind. But let me get you a drink." He called a waiter and Katherine found herself ordering a second Bloody Mary, having only been persuaded to try the first one by her daughter a short. She allowed it to slide all over her face trying to catch it in her mouth each time it passed by. I knew that making her wait was driving her crazy and I love it. Her eyes shot up toward mine. “Stick it in my mouth now”! Aggressive sexual frustration was clear as every consonant and syllable that formed each word of that sentence vibrated from her lips. I did not just let her take my dick, that would have been to easy, to gentle, to much like I loved this silly little cock hungry whore.. She screamed in agony and I heard Jimmy say “Oh, fuck.” I worriedly asked what was wrong and he said “Look at this; I am up to my wrist.” I had to see it, he had actually, somewhat accidentally, fisted my girl. Ricci was breathing fast but said that it didn’t hurt much now, she just felt incredibly full. I told him to start gently pumping her and we would try to see if she could cum again. He started pumping her slowly with his palm facing upward so he could try to hit her ‘G’ spot with his.