I pulled her off the workbench grabbed a big pick ax with a big long silicone grip. I placed it in-front of her and said now sit and see how much you ...an fit.Oh fuck yes your kinky she lowered the head and squat down on to the handle looking into my eyes till finally it hit where she closed them and moaned now what sir.I walked right up to her and said suck and bounce slut pulling her head into my cock.She opened her mouth and after a few smacks with my cock and on her ass she started tweaking. How many times could I escape what appeared to be the inevitable?Should I use the female date's classic excuse and insist that I had aheadache? I certainly didn't have enough pride left to prevent me fromdoing that. But I was swept along as he guided me to his spacious,extremely manly bedroom. There was something for me to wear, laid outatop the comforter that covered the king-sized bed. It was a tiny see-through top that tied in the front with a single pair of ribbons, alongwith matching. I was so close I could clearly see the top of her black G-string poking out of her pants, curling over the top of her round bottom. God she had nice legs...and what an ass for someone in their 40's! She was wearing tight black jeans, a blouse and a nice blue jacket that accentuated her fit figure. She straightened up as I was gawking at her, tossing her long blonde hair back as she turned and I could see that her top was low cut - not outrageously so, but certainly showing more than a small. I didn’t mean too . . .’ He smiled and I swore it look like Sylar’s. My eyes were probably hard and staring at him like a deer in the headlights. ‘It’s . . . It’s . . . okay . . .’ I stuttered, my breath nearly stolen. ‘Again . . . I’m sorry. I’m new here.’ He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. ‘I’m Christian Louis.’ He offered his hand and I shook it after I had my books in my hold again. I smiled and stood. ‘I’m . . . Casey . . .’ I said breathlessly. His brow furrowed as he took a closer.