She started choking on it and tried to move my hand. With my hand touching the back of her throat I asked "did I fucking tell you to touch me"? Put yo...mother fucking hands back down" and I slapped her three times. She started crying and started saying my name. I gave her some air to breathe then I stuck my hand back down there and said "don't have my name in your filthy mouth unless I ask you a question", and she whimpered, "yes madame jay" after I felt her throat had enough abuse I shoved all. He laid out a carpet and asked me to stand on it. Slowly and delicately he undressed me, taking care to relish my physique as each item of clothing came off. Leaving my briefs on, he went on his knees and began admiring my body fully, groping me all over, squeezing my thighs, chest and butt firmly while complimenting the shape I was in. I was clearly pretty aroused too, as my cock pressed against my underwear, bursting to get out. But my mature guy wasn’t in any hurry. He began to lick me all. Katie blushed. "No, just sore from practice. I'll be fine."He watched as she got up from the chair and headed for the exit. "Thank you for making extra time for me," she called back."My pleasure," he replied.Katie went to her car and drove back to campus. The soreness in her crotch had subsided a little, but she continued to feel a strange sensation there. It was more than just the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. It felt like she pulled a muscle, but not in her legs or hip but actually. ..and consumate lust. She always swallowed...and she always drained the last drop of dick snot from their spent peckers...and few were able to walk properly after the event...and wound up propped against the wall, quivering with the side effects of the divine trauma.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sandra held her cigarette carefully between two fingers...looking with amusement at the local male.