I removed my clothing slowly, with deliberate shyness, watching her dark eyes the entire time. She murmured her satisfaction at the myriad bruises the...French women had made upon my body and asked whether I was bothered by unease or pain. ‘No, Madame,’ I replied, shyly. ‘They make me feel quite decadent,’ I whispered. Madame nodded, satisfied. She waved her hand to the cabinet where she kept her sexual apparatus, telling me how to set the scene for this evening. According to her instructions, I. She loves being the center of attention in those situations. She loves all phases the meeting the socializing seducing the foreplay and the down and dirty fucking and sucking.The only complaint she ever had was that she didn't like the feeling of condoms especially after hours and over night into morning use. She said it didn't feel right and dried her out making her sore before she wanted to be, all though she never quit early she would be sore after for a couple of days.She began to work on. " Clarissa? What the hell is going on here Rob? You are supposed to be going with me." I thought that you would probably be going with Randy Combs. Everybody who saw the two of you at the concert said that you couldn't keep your hands off of each other and then when I saw you with him in the Student Union cafeteria I figured that you and he had something going so I gave Clarissa a call."I looked at my watch and then said, "I'm late for work. Got to go" and I walked into the store and left her. Her skirt was impossibly tight, but I wiggle it up until her black satin panties were exposed. I started grinding my hard cock against her tiny little ass."You're making me so wet," she moaned.I curled my first two fingers up and inside her wet pussy. Rachel gasped with delight."Fuck me," she whispered."What?" I asked."Fuck me. Please. Right here. Fuck me," she pleaded.I grabbed Rachel's small hips and spun her around to our living room couch. I bent her over it. Her pale cheek rested on the.