The barman seemed surprised to be asked this perfectly reasonable question, and stood there looking unsure of himself. Lisa decided to put him out of ...is misery. “The Barnet Brewery one’s pretty good,” she said. “That’s what I’ve got here.” The man gave her a grateful smile. “I’ll have a pint of that, then.” The barman pulled him a pint, and he took a good draught, before letting out a satisfied sigh. Lisa smiled. “You sound as if you needed that,” she said. “You can say that again,” he. Your daughter's name is Wendy. You don't live in the city, but your kids go to Xavier's..." How do you know all of these things about me?" I asked warily."Your daughter Wendy has two friends that she hangs out with in school. The twins, Melinda and Belinda are my daughters," he smiled. "Wendy has been to my house several times."I recognized him then and felt more at ease. "Why did you say that it was a good thing that I didn't remember you?" I asked."Because I'm not often home," he began. "So. God you are so fucking strong. If I hesitate in my long descriptions, you choke me again. You make me speak again, more of it and in greater detail. I become almost hypnotized by this on going ritual with you.While I talk for you, you just keep lifting me up and down on your cock. Never once have you acted like I was anything to you or like we were having sex. This is impersonal. There is no kissing, no intimacy and yet, more and more I am drawn to you. You are so commanding and hard. You feel. Asked him: "whos my bitch?", he kissed me and told me "I am your bitch!", I poked his ass with my dick few times then I penetrated it for the first time ever... God that asshole was tight, very tight. I never fucked anyone in the ass before, so everything was experimental for me, I was fucking him slowly so he could get use to, then started to move around in his asshole and he liked it, he was moaning so laudly that I was afraid that someone will come and start asking questions. He grabbed my.