"Your dick doesn't interest me." We'll see." I retort angrily pressing myself into her shallow opening, her hands squeeze my arms painfully in retalia...ion to the swift plunge.She groans as I plunge my blade into her guts. "Don't like it huh?"She shakes her head and closes her eyes while trying to hold back a moan in defiance. I grab ahold of her hips, using them to facilitate in the skewering of her tender pink flesh. In time her fortifications seem to crumble as she lets out a shaky. But if that'swhat she liked, so be it.By the time the weekend was over, the woman had made me feel like ateenager again. She kept up the compliments and the lovemaking andwell, when I went to work on Monday morning, I felt pretty special. Ihad agreed to keep our romance a secret for a while and it was all Icould do not to touch her all day on Monday.I had washed out my clothing from Friday and hung it up in herbathroom to dry. So I didn't even go home all weekend at all. When weparted on Monday. Ana whaled in misery as she struggled to free herself. Her legs were spread wide and there was absolutely nothing she could do to cover vagina, or little brown asshole from the prying eyes of her suite-mates just outside the room.Christian fished around in his bag until he found the long school style wooden paddle he had packed. Moving to the side of the bed, Christian showed Ana what was in his hand. Ana opened her mouth to scream, but Christian moved faster.But, he had more in store for Ana. As we ascended the stairs to the second floor bedroom, I became aware of other sensations, the constriction around my chest due to a brassiere. A constriction around my waist was also noticeable. Knowing Carol's taste for sexy lingerie, I could only guess at what I was wearing under my skirt and blouse. As we walked down the upstairs hallway, we passed the full length mirrors that my mother had mounted on the wall outside the master bedroom. She would always check her appearance on the way.