I gotta know what you're doin' 'fore you do it. You gotta know what I'm goin' t'do 'fore I do it. We gotta get so close together we're wearing the sam... skin -- so close we think alike. Comprende?"She could speak perfectly unaccented English as grammatically as I did, but she was now talking Hispanic accented street-talk and I knew she was deadly serious. I nodded dumbly, hypnotized, terrified at my helplessness and lack of control. I was also incredibly aroused by the idea of being that close. “Darling Jiju! It was OK. So-so. Like all honeymooners we had lot of sex. But can anything ever compare with your monster?” then there followed a graphic description of my cock and his. My bastard’s cock cannot compare with yours in any way. It is at least 2 inches smaller and darker than yours. He has a cut cock unlike yours with its long sweet foreskin.He has hair down there and it is thinner too. The first time he shot a lot of juice but then it was just a few drops. Not like the gusher you. He tried to explain that to her one night when she got upset at him for turning her down. It was the second last day of the tour and he told her he just needed to finish the race and recover for a few days before he’d take her on their date, then he would try his hardest to fulfill all of her needs. Ellia groaned and let her head fall forward onto his chest. ‘Hey, it’s not so bad. There’s no need to rush. Why are you in such a hurry anyway?’ He tried for an upbeat, teasing tone. ‘It’s just. Instead, she was looking at me, in the eyes. I saw an unspoken challenge there as if she were saying “Now what big boy?” with that one lone eyebrow creeping up questioningly again. “Oh is that how it’s going to be?” I asked challengingly. “If I chase you, I will turn you over my knee and spank you.” I said in a matter of factly tone of voice… the statement in itself both a promise and a question as to how she wanted to play this evening. Barb’s smile grew almost wicked as she placed both.