My arms reached out to brace against the table, exposing my butt to those behind me. A hand slapped me hard on the arse twice. I made a loud noise on ...mpact. My g-string was pulled to the side and some lubed rubbed into my ring. Big hard and covered in more lube, 8 inches of cock pushed its way into my tight hole. He began to pump me slowly. Withdrawing slowly from being deep inside me, he would withdraw almost fully, then drive all the way back in again. I gasped and moaned loudly each time he. As Bayonetta began to stir, she held her hand up to her face, the hangover pounding at her skull as she slowly extended her long legs and rose from the bed."Fuck me..."She staggered across the dreary room, head in hand, grasping for the light switch blindly. Finding it, she turned the light on, her headache flaring as the bright bathroom light bulbs beamed into her eyelids. "Ahhh! DAMMIT!" She hastily opened the medicine cabinet, popped two tylenol and turned back into the main room, her eyes. She was aghast.“It’s me that should be buying you something for the work you did,” she said, and then suddenly had a bright idea, “I could offer you supper if you’ve not eaten already.”The biggest smile imaginable appeared on his face, “That’s very kind of you,” he stammered, hardly being able to believe his good fortune, “I’d love to.”After putting the flowers in a vase she finished off supper and laid him a place at the table. During the meal he kept fidgeting as if he wanted to say. It will take a few minutes to get that off so come back before 5:30.”Sandy grabbed my arm and led me away from the make-up stand then glanced around surreptitiously and said quietly, “I want to try on some different clothes, help me.”She led me to the Petite section of Young Woman’s’ clothing and started prowling through racks of dresses, pants and blouses. She spent 20 minutes pawing different stuff, handing me things to carry while she browsed. Jeans with cuts in the legs, short harmless.