I did respond to his dancing and wanted a hot sexual encounter. Back in my apartment, I went to the Internet to order my prescriptions refilled. They ...ould be ready Sunday morning.Rather than use the regular pharmacy, I chose one that wasn’t close to where Sanders and I had our prescriptions. Seeing him would lead me to emotional places I didn’t have time to go. I had to use my trusty plastic boyfriend for a while to get my full driving pleasure, but it eventually came—came it did.Sunday. He then took the handle of the whip and and made me suck on it, and spit all over it until it was dripping wet. He slid this thick hard handle down my back, used it to spread apart my ass cheeks, then rammed it all the way deep into my asshole. He twisted it all around inside of me, then ripped it right back out of my ass. He stepped back again, and came running at me once more whipping my ass so hard that my cheeks were on fire now. He said to me "It must not be hard enough if it isn't hurting. "It's embarrassing. It's humiliating."I started to laugh, which made Bailey mad."I'm sorry," I said. "I can just picture the scene. 'I hope you have no plans to inseminate my daughter.'"Tell you what," I continued. "I had a lot of fun this evening and it's early. You go back to change clothes and I'll head to my hotel to change clothes. I really don't think I'll be getting a lecture, but I've been forewarned, so let me deal with your dad."And even if I get the speech, we'll still have a great. ”“I didn’t think so,” Sherry said. Most people didn’t shout to their neighbors that they were idiots.“You’re a college student, right?”“Yes. I’m working on my doctorate.”“That means you’re broke.”“Being broke is synonymous with being a student.”“I’ll pay you fifty dollars to sit out here and watch the lawnmower,” Alex said.“It looks like it is almost done,” she said.The lawnmower only had a few more passes to make, before the finishing the front yard. The lawnmower was doing a very nice job of.