By the tenth minute her whole ass was red from his slapping, the outer ring of her ass swollen and looking rightly abused (her insides probably look t...e same), but the overall tenderness of this state keeps the stalker satisfied. In order to stop coming at this point, he begins focusing on the random shit around her house: trying to count every single piece of paper from her job that she has left on the kitchen table, the various framed photos of her and her family, the pencils scattered about. She handed me a new bra and knicker set. "We're to throw out anythingwe've worn. They want us in new cloths all the time." I noddedunderstanding and hate at the same time. I expected to put more clothson and go downstairs to clean up.Instead I was led over to a mat on the floor I hadn't noticed before."Its where you're to sleep. I'm with them. Lay down."I didn't understand, "I still have to clean..."A finger went to my lips. "Relax. Its my time to... what did they callit? Milk you." She. Just don't be all intense with her. She needs to find out these things gradually. So maybe sneak to a good coffee house. Hopefully they have those in Milwaukee." Oh my goodness, daddy, do you think we are in some sort of backwoods part of the world?"All this was while they were in each others' arms."Why, yes, of course!" he said. And they both started convulsing with laughter."Ok, for our first shoot, my sweet, we've already started!"She shot him a look of wonder."It was of you emerging from. We set there sharing small talk about the old neighborhood and our escapades when I was growing up. While we talked, she had her hand on my thigh occasionally rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. I pulled her to me and gave her a very wet kiss, ramming my tongue deep in her mouth and she excepted it willingly. To have her in my arms seemed so natural. I needed to get out of here before my jeans ripped out from the pressure of my cock. We thanked the barmaid and exited, heading back to the.