Go ahead.”*Slap*Without warning she wacked them both at once. She was careful to get some good surface area using the convex side of the spoon. “O...! Ahh, ahh…” Matthew yelped, and then yelp degraded into a strained sigh. The smack hurt a little, but the real pain came a second later, a strong pressure in his upper groin area. It was very uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt like feel good chemicals were rushing into his lower abdomen and grazing his cock. As the sensation flowed. “Oh, Mr. Hamar,” the nice woman said. “You were supposed to connect here to a flight on to Chicago. I’m afraid you’ve missed that connection.” I looked at the ticket that I’d bought on-line as the first available flight to Chicago. Seattle to Chicago, connecting in Houston. Too bad I wasn’t collecting frequent flyer miles for this.“When is the next flight you can get me on?” I asked. She consulted her timetable, tapped on her keys, and said “Hmmm” a lot.“The first flight that I can get you on. He knocked on the window, saw her jump and went in. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I did knock. I called too. I -” He stopped, and looked at what was in her hand. It was a magazine, he’d seen that already; now he saw what the magazine was. “I ... umm. I”“Oh, hello dear, sorry. Now you know my secret vice. These were my husband’s. He used to sit in the potting shed looking at them. I didn’t realise until he was dead. I had no idea, I say. It was after he’d died, and I was tidying his. RAPE ME! Fucking use me! I want that big biker cock inside me. Come on, fuck me! Shove that beautiful dick deep inside me. I want you to fuck me. I Love It when you fuck me!" Doc doubled the speed and strength of his thrusts, as Farrah's eyes once again rolled back into her head, and that delightful warm sensation began to flow up from deep inside her. The feeling of his balls bouncing off her clit was the ultimate thrill and sent Farrah spilling over the top again. Wave after wave of warm.