There were three smallish tables, which were occupied, and a larger one, which was not. We headed toward it.A man came from the kitchen smiling. He lo...ked at us and frowned."Hi," I said, "We're here to meet a friend." Ah, yes. You're here for Paolo. He's late, as usual. Go ahead and sit."He motioned to the larger table. We sat.I studied the other patrons. Two monks sat face to face, hunched forward, mumbling. An empty bottle stood between them. A father sat rigid in his seat, presiding over his. He loved the way she kept him on his toes and the way she treated him with a healthy dose of disrespect. No other woman since he had become famous had done that. Grabbing the sponge and shower gel he lathered up over his chest, then raising up his arm he rubbed the soft natural sponge down the side of his torso and under the raised arm. Her off the wall personality really appealed to him, especially as he had worked so hard to get where he was and with her he was rediscovering the fun and. Pulling his cock from my ass he dashed to my head, spurts of spunk erupting from his huge cock. The first splash hit my tits but the next three landed square on my face. A small strand made it into my mouth, as I frantically scooped the spunk off my tits and face, spooning it into my mouth, lapping up the spunk and swallowing every drop. Mike knelt at the side of my face as I did the most slutty thing I’ve ever done. I opened my mouth and let his ass tasting cock inside, swirling my tongue. The Professor had once told her of a machine that beat people and she had laughed at the notion, thinking it, as she had put it, "kinky". After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit, following her disobedience in failing to stand still had been easier than either the first or the third. On that occasion she.