"Warren, how the hell do you pay for all this?" she asked, so genuinely curious she momentarily forgot her manners."I've got a rich uncle," he grinned...at her, deflecting her question into his finances. "You want to freshen up while I fix you a drink for a change?" Yeah, I'd could use a hair stylist. Where's the John?"Through that door to the left of the counter." Oh, and no thanks on the booze, I don't drink."Surprised, Warren came back lamely, "But... you're a bartender?" Was a bartender." She. In my immediate attempt to get ready for class I was wearing a sweat shirt, with no bra, and sweat shorts, with no panties! I covertly worked my way into class, being 15 minutes late, wearing what I was wearing, I didn’t want any attention. So I sat in the chair that was closets to the door in the back. The thing about this class is that it’s set up like a Colosseum type set up, where the rows go from bottom to top seating. I was siting at the top of the row right next to the door so I could. Oh. Oh, fuck, fuck,” she uttered in breathless gasps, a shiver and a shudder, a shake and a tremble, the rapture of euphoria reverberating inside her bruised and battered body, a climax of earth-moving proportions exploding inside her vulva, tingling her feet, curling her toes and shaking her legs, sweeping through her chest and face, rattling her teeth and the back of her throat, a whiplash of orgasm thundering through her body with a momentous force, a mind-numbing release stealing the last. Me: my sperm is not to be wasted swallow She couldn't talk but her eyes got bigger and I heard a " hunh?" Me: swallow, even if you never did it before there is always a first time and it's now.I grabbed her lower jaw and gently pulled it up she closed her eyes and swallowed many times. She she opened her eyes back I put my finger on her lower lip and pushed it down, she opened her mouth and showed me the clean inside.Me: that's a good slut. Her: it doesn't taste bad. Actually not bad at all.Me:.