Well, I am sure I can guess so you dont have to tell me. I said and started walking to go to the car. I really had no intention of getting laid at tha... moment. I wanted to go home and get in a nice hot tube and take out my needs on a nice dildo but as I walked past Clay he grabbed my arm. Oh, I think you do wanna know what most of the guys and a lot of the girls are thinking about. he said again. Okay, what is it? I said. We had been walking and he had led me down a side hallway and I was so. ’ She gave me some wine, and then some more, and then she served a really great linguine dish with these huge shrimp. It felt weird at first, like I was on trial or something. I really worked at not dripping linguine down my blouse or sounding stupid. But between the wine and talking about things to do in Bloomington, and what life had been like in Corpus, she really put me at ease. Then she took me outside to show me her hot tub. It was this big wooden vat on her patio. She had a fence and. However, I was distracted by Mick’s cock bashing against the insides of my thighs just an inch below my hungry, gaping snatch. I gasped as he handcuffed me again. Not being able to see what he was doing was torture. Why wasn’t he simply jabbing his cock into the place where it belonged. Subtly bending my spine, I thrust my bottom up while easing my feet apart. All I could do was wait. A puff of breath against my bum was the only warning of what was to come. “Mick-“ He buried his face into. She held up a pajama top."Mind if I wear this, seeing as you don't seem to need it anymore?" Be my guest," he said, waving a careless hand. "Although it seems a shame to cover such beauty."She gave him a heated glance, purring as she slipped the garment over her top. The back of the shirt came to just below the curves of her ass, while the tails in front more than adequately covered the subject. She rocked her hips like a belly dancer, and her red-furred mons played peek-a-boo with his senses..