And you may find that, occasionally, it makes a difference. When I'm away from the celebrity-jock limelight, it can get downright awkward. Humiliating... even." It doesn't seem awkward. Not to me," she said, "and I cannot imagine anyone having the power to... to humiliate someone as... as formidable as you." Humiliation can be subtle," I said. "Sometimes, it's so subtle that I would hesitate to call attention to it by responding; by reacting. But I know it when I see it, all the same." I hope. Once she was significantly away from Jeanette’s face the instant smell of freshly eaten pussy hit my nostrils. I was drooling just from the sight of it. I wanted to badly grab Amanda, pick her up, rip off her clothes, rip off my clothes, and proceed to fuck Amanda along each inch of the living room until either of our heads bang against the wall. Then turn her around and do it some more until either of our heads bang against that wall. I no longer cared that there was company. As soon as Amanda. "I thought I heard my door close before I went to sleep. I was thinking about what you said about always telling the truth," she paused again.Mike was hoist on his own petard. He turned, "I have to apologize, sweetie. I have no excuse, but I was coming down the hall and I heard something that made me think you were having a nightmare. I was worried so I opened the door just a notch." He blushed recalling what he had heard. "Um, once I knew you were okay, I closed it as fast as I could and went. ‘OHGOD…UH…fuck…me…’ she hissed as I started to thrust into her, showing no signs that she wanted me to stop as I drilled her tight, hot pussy and sucked on her tits. ‘SHIT…you feel so damn good Miranda…’ I whispered to her as I pounded away on her tight box, her walls wrapping tightly around my cock as I slammed it into the deepest walls of her cunt. ‘OHGOD…OHGODYES…there…gonna cum…’ she hissed when she felt my dick sliding into her g-spot, her back arching high in the air and her eyes rolling.