I learned a lot about her. She was from Tennessee and had studied fine arts in college. She said she was looking for regular employment. She seemed ve...y educated and she was interesting to talk to. She was almost finished with her coffee when she grinned real big and said " my, my, darlin’, you sure are cute!" I said "well, Dawn, I think you’re quite a little charmer yourself." She said "it sure is getting’ awful hot in here." and then she took her shirt off. I was thinking…"Now I could titty. Nothing is more erotic than a woman who gives everything without being boring and perfect. I hate fake excitement. Gargling and bubbling it should, the saliva must flow and the eyes can be in tears.And of course, I love to see cocks. Cocks that are getting rubbed, that slip through thick lips, fuck asses, throats and cunts and spit in women’s faces. Cocks that are so swollen and lush that I get horny very quickly and have to touch myself. I like it when a man sinks his hard cock with a single. She sighed heavily, she was angry, realizing there was nothing she could do, he had her, he had never made her sob so loudly, he was determined to break her, to make sure she would never disobey him again. As she yelled out once again?.. ?One?.Finally it was over, or so she thought. He took her off the pole, undid the restraints from her now sore, burning flesh, and tied her to the wall. There he would continue his ravaged assault on her poor defenseless body. The next three strokes struck. My eyes started to water with the effort. “Would you lake a drink mnn?”“Oh, I forgot, how rude of me,” Jason ignored the question and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His hand rested on my hip. I stopped laughing and froze. My cock became as hard as it could beneath the restrictions of my jeans. “This is my best friend Tom.”I couldn’t raise my head to smile a hello. Jason’s arm was an erotic lightening rod, directing arousal straight into my groin. My heart skipped and raced, a.