Since I was curious, but also cautious, I made a big deal out of opening the envelope. The check inside was for five hundred dollars and a hand writte... not which said. "I will pick you up sometime after 8PM on Saturday night.I awoke on the next Friday morning with no memory of Thursday at all. It wasn't unusual for that to be the case. A real memory of the day before would have been unusual. My schedule advised me that I would be headed to the office to stir the mash. Since I didn't have to. .“aaaah ohhhhh mmmmm uffffff ohhhhh mmmmm” I was moaning with every thrust… He was conatantly moving his dick in and out with fixed pace. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and loose. He suddenly started thrusting me in high speed and I felt a sudden rush of excitement and I came for the second time while his dick still inside and trobbing.“Ahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkk” I cried as I drenched his dick in my juices. The movement now became very fluent and relaxed. He was still fucking me hard. “Ahhhhhh. ”“No,” she answered, grumbling slightly.“Get dressed. We’ll go get a pizza, maybe bring it back.”“Okay.”We dressed quickly and sorted through some of the flyers that Finch had left for us, finding a nearby place that did pizzas. I grabbed the flyer and the car keys, and we went in search of dinner. It was Sunday night, and relatively quiet. We placed our order and then sat down at a table over in the corner.Marilyn was looking around the room covertly, and I noticed. “What are you looking for?”. I felt an intense craving for her gentle caress, her warm hand on my stinging ass. When it came, when finally she touched me in that most intimate way, I sighed. "Thank you, Miss Ella," I breathed, an u*********s reaction to the moment of respite.Thwack!Again, her hand struck me. Landing in the same place, intensifying the red hot ember that burned there.Thwack!Once more, with no warning or chance for recovery. I howled out loud, screaming at the agony that roared through my body, guilt and.