I fell asleep quite quickly, exhausted at the excitement of the evening, and very happy at having been exposed to such a sweet and charming girl. At a...out 2AM I woke suddenly with someone trying to kill me. At least, that’s what I thought at first. It took me a few seconds to realize that the material covering my nose was in fact Nadia’s panties. She was standing over me, holding the gusset of her panties tightly over my nostrils whereas my mouth was uncovered. “Shush!” Nadia whispered. I was. I started running around myneighborhood. I was peaceful and quiet. I jogged around my block once.When I got to my house, I decided to pick up the pace and run quickeraround the block. Before I got to the cross-street, I was getting winded.I stopped, turned around and sprinted full speed back home.I got home and laid down on our front lawn catching my breath. "I'll getthere" I told myself.After 5 minutes of catching my breath. "No quit," I said. So I did itagain.* * *Later in the morning, it was. The latter gesture was more than a littleforward, she knew, but no man had ever complained, and no real man, shefelt confident, ever would do so.The pat was a means of displaying her fetish for men's asses, but it wasalso a way to further assess the density, smoothness, and firmness ofhis bottom. If she liked what she'd seen (and felt), Daphne would takematters a step further. "I'm a photographer," she'd tell her quarry,"and I'm doing a series for Bottoms Up, a soft porn magazine devoted toa. ” Her mouth formed a silent “O”. She was not used to this. “Slut..?!” “Yeah, you run around with the shirt all soaked so I can see your tits…bitch” Before she could react, he had caught he other hand as well. In a few seconds he held both her wrists in one of his large hands. Her eyes widened and it felt as if her heart skipped a few beats. “If i´m gonna fix your drain, you need to do..thinks for me…you slut…” She gasped. He undid her belt, opened the top button in her jeans. “Please…” He.