“I use the surname Smith, but my late husband was German, so I should be Schmitt. Alas Herr Doctor, I am not a salesperson, and would not know where...to begin,” I told him.His face saddened, we shook hands and I took my leave. He called after me, saying if I changed my mind to call on him.That evening I sat in our room, it was dark, candles or the gas lamp were luxuries, my mother and daughter dozed an uneasy sleep. How would you sell a product like that, where would I go if I wanted to buy. So, I went to the kitchen and brought her water to drink. To tease her, I asked her to sit on her knees and told her that I will pour it correctly from the top inside her mouth.I stood right in front of her knees and poured water from the tip inside her mouth. But most of the water was spilling on my penis. So, my girlfriend took my dick in her hands, pulled the foreskin back slowly, and shagged my penis. She kissed the tip of my penis and asked me to pour water. I poured a little bit and she. He seemed to anticipate my move and kicked the pipe back, grabbing my sweater and forcing me, on my back, on the ground. He placed one hand around my neck, the other holding the knife above me. A sadistic grin lit his face as he murmured in my ear. ‘Hello there, baby doll. Time for the party to begin.’ With a hiss I spit in his face, my hand reaching for the pipe.. it seemed only inches from my fingers. I could feel them brush the cool metal. The man roared at me, hatred pouring from his dark. Now I knew what this crush was. I felt the same way. "It's not love, John. But no girl will ever be able to make me feel like this. Your cock is fantastic. Fuck me John. Cum in me." He increased his tempo and, since he'd lowered himself onto me, my cock was being rubbed between our bodies with each thrust of his cock up my ass. Inevitably I was close to cumming. "You're going to make me cum, John. You'll make me cum by fucking me." "I'm close too" He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into.