We can't let you go hungry, can we?” I smiled. Now I was probably the last person in this whole store you would ask about cooking. I barely passed H...me Ed class. The closest I come to cooking Italian is ordering a pizza from Round Table, with extra pepperoni. However, I went along with it because he fascinated me. We played this game where I was suggesting all kinds of things for him to buy, and he put them in his basket while we talked and got to know one another. As we talked, the basket. I sucked his already very hard cock while he reached down and played with my nipples for a few minutes. Before he could cum he pulled me to my feet and bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind. He came quickly, but he left his cock inside of me and it never really got soft. After a moment he started fucking me again. He lasted longer this time and I was finding that the ring in my clit was making it much easier for me to cum from plain old fucking. He lasted a little longer this time and. ? He was dragged there screaming and kicking this time. ?I have a report that you went to that rally.? That group is full of racists and troublemakers, Mr. Pieters.? You knew when you went there; you were going to have to pay.? So, you?re back here again.? And now it?s time for more punishment, Mr. Pieters,? Mutumbami told him. The closed curtain was ominous.? Eric sat there in the dark, shaking.? Mutumbami leaned in close and whispered to him, ?Shall we listen in again, Mr. Pieters?? Erik. The top was narrow and quite overgrown, however at the far end it opened out into a small clearing. I knew from experience that had a great view over the river, and was quite private. Sally turned to me and we embraced, she really was a great kisser, her lips moved in a most delicate way. I ran my hands over her lovely body, reaching under her skirt for a feel of stocking top. Sally rubbed my cock through the fabric of my chinos. By this time we were very turned on. I turned her round pushing.