For some reason I simply kept answering her and responding as if she were the one interviewing me for the job. As if she were not the scrawny child sh... appeared.“How about a telephone number?”“Um, sort of.”She rose and walked with that predatory grace over to an end table and pulled a pad and pen out of the well-concealed drawer in the ebony wood masterpiece. “Do us a favor and write it down,” she ordered, handing me the writing implements. Then, with a cocked brow that seemed to me to indicate. Now it was just me and her inside this small roadside tea stall. I lit one more cig and told her we will share it this time. She readily agreed.After having my puff, I was reluctant to give her. She started forcing me and her hand was crawling over my body. I was enjoying it to the fullest because of the reason I had already mentioned to you guys – her boobs!Her boobs were touching my elbows and I was trying to caress them but resist her. In that rush, she did manage to get my cig and sat there. . M sure my pussy overflowed.My head was shoved down and gag was removed only to be sucking a velvety warm rod. As I was sucking he whispered in my ears "crop just doesn't cut the level of intimacy I want" , I sucked in my breath and waited for the spank which I suddenly realised was going to come. After a moment of lull a resounding thwack of his palm meeting my ass cheek sounded in my ears....it took some time for the pain to register, my pussy flushed sweet juices which was probed by his. ” She laughed.“The town used to be called ... oh, wait ... I used to know this ... it was ... Ziffelbrau! I know, it’s kind of a funny name!” Her eyes sparkled at the remembrance.With a wave of her hand, however, she quickly moved on. “Anyway, so the story goes, this whole village in Germany somewhere back in the 1800’s just up and decided to move to America. Somehow they all ended up here in Illinois and named their new place after the old village.”“I bet they changed the name during either.