"You and me, dork. Behind the equipment shed. Three o'clock." I've got science club," I pleaded, trying to squirm away and failing."Three o'clock, dor...," he repeated ominously, leaning closer."Mr. Freschetti." Miss Mitchell's voice was as cold and hard as the steel door of the locker trying to wedge its way up the crack of my ass."Shit!" Freschetti muttered, backing off."I'm pleased to see you taking such an interest in Mr. Walker's project," Miss Mitchell went on. "Perhaps you'd like to join. He stayed calm and silent as I groaned and cursed in pain. After 7 slaps I began to feel an unmistakable sensation growing in my pussy. No, no, no.... fuuuuuck! I thought, I can't get wet right now! But I knew it was out of my control. I love being smacked while fucking, when I'm horny I feel no pain, being hit only intensifies my pleasure. I prayed he wouldn't notice, but knew he would. He stopped suddenly and looked at me intrigued. "Your wet." He snarked. "I probably peed!" I said. The decor, very traditional, but the rooms so light and airy as lightflooded in through the balconied French Windows. The Eiffel tower clearlyvisible across the roof tops, just across the tree lined river, from theother side of the apartment the Sacra-Coeur, a truly panoramic view ofthe City of Lovers. The concierge placed our cases in the Master bedroom,but latter we elected to move them into the smaller bedroom thatoverlooked the Eiffel tower. As I put the last case on the bed it. .His cock grew hard poking against my thigh as we kissed. "Mmmmm, you taste good" he said, "What have YOU been up to today?" Smiling he squeezed my tits as we kissed more deeply. "I've got something special for you" I winked at him as I lay down again patting the sheet between my legs and beckoning for him to come lay down there. He slid down so his face was close to my pussy and inhaled. "Mmmmm, you smell so strong and so good... were you fucking today?" I chuckled that I'd had a little bit of.