Only then did he frantically search for the record settings, only to note that he had missed them and he had no way of replaying that amazing sight. ...nly the certain knowledge that there was much more to ‘cum’ kept him in good spirits. He then set things up to record any time there was motion, even though that would mean he would have to sift through endless hours of useless video.As he waited for the front door to slam, he pulled off his t-shirt, making sure to keep the sticky mess of his. I wanted to get to know her; have a nice date. Course after dating for a bit there was sex and making out. I just grew up thinking that being a gentleman you didn't force a girl right out of the starting gate. I went to parlors because the whole object of the lesson WAS to get into a girls pants, no strings attached, as they say today. Except for the payment, but if you date like I do; you pick that tab up as well. I've had many sessions prior to this one. Had quite a few Regulars that I saw. "Here!" was all he said, pointing to the empty space where the footstool had once been. I sat down at his feet and looked up at him. "Never look at me unless I give you permission. Keep your eyes down, Pamela." "Yes Sir," I mumbled in reply as I handed him the papers. He held those papers for such a short period of time; my hand was still outstretched when he shoved them back. "Read it to me!" he commanded. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered how hard it had been to commit those. She let out a yelp and his hand came to cover her mouth with a harsh warning. He filled her completely, fully in her his head was hitting her cervix he was so deep. It ached, but in a way that with a lover she wanted, would feel good. He slowly pulled out and established a rhythm, his breathing was harsh and heavy, she knew he was enjoying himself...and her own hips betrayed her and started to move with him. It felt good, it shouldn't, and she was still terrified, but it felt good. He was the.