Dave looked around and lowered his voice. “Well, I can always give you some more of that later.”“Mmm yes, you’ll have to do that; after dinner...then.”“If you insist.”“Definitely, I don’t think I used to like it quite so much but I just can’t seem to get enough now. Just thinking about it gets me so turned on.”As much as it was turning Dave on, he didn’t want to push his luck. Or get thrown out of the restaurant for that matter. The waiter returned shortly after to take their order and Brittany. Muscle memory kicked in, back to the practised, automatic strokes, my mind free-wheeling around elements of my hollow life. Vauxhall Tigra. Dinner for one. Endless channels of crap, curled on the sofa stroking Ruggles' chin. Then falling into bed with just my hands and toys for company until orgasm and sleep overcame me, needs never quite fulfilled by the synthetic apparatus.When he tipped his head forward all I could think about was kissing the exposed flesh of his neck, reaching to whip off. "Now rub your tongue along the bottom of it... yes, that's it... oh, yes, god, yes!"Sharp pains shot up Ken's back. Now he wished that this was all a dream, but clearly it was not. He began to wish that he had never gotten into such a horrible predicament."Enough, Beth... stop, baby... you are about to make me shoot my load, baby, so hold up for a moment..."He pulled Beth off his cock and wiped her chin."... cause now, I want some white girl pussy. I never had any of that before. Sit down here. The English Vice, although it seemed more prevalent than I once imagined.“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”“It’s supposed to hurt, that's why it’s a spanking.” Rather hackneyed dialogue, I thought. I was sure this was not Holly's first time being whacked as somebody's bottom girl. I was just glad that it was my turn now.She sat on my right side, “All right,” I said, “Let’s not take all day with this.”She had an unexpected question, “Should I keep my hat on?”I didn’t have to think for long, “Yes,.