.on and on and on.I looked at him and said....What do you like to do?He smiled moved forward toward me, put his bag on the ground and looking straight...at my crotch, he said...I love older men, and I want to fuck you!Talk about getting straight to meat of the matter!I said....I don't know if I have the time to do that but I would love to do a little sucking. In all honesty...I wanted to fuck, but I was not sure how clean I was, and not being clean during sex is a big turn off for me.He reached. “Yes, ma’am. I understand.” I lay on my bed with my pillows under my belly to raise my tight ass in the air. Sliding off my thong next I assumed the next position: my fingers laced behind my head. "I want you to count them off. If you miss one it will be repeated, harder. This is punishment, not fun." Mistress Julia fondled the bamboo cane, rubbing it on my ass. What, no warms up? This would hurt big time. She swung back; the harsh swooshing sound it made scared me. Such power she. As far as roommates go, however, I consider myself lucky.I can count on one hand the amount of conversations we’ve had. Most (if not all) of our interactions took place while in the process of my moving in. He wasn’t a particularly outstanding person, he was perfectly nice. He stood at six feet tall and was fairly muscular (he mentioned he boxed). His hair was short, his facial hair stubbly and on the patchy side, his eyes tired. His voice was deep and comforting. This was a seemingly average. She grabbed her purse and tip-toed into the bathroom. Time to clean up and do the necessary. As she was wiping the mascara from her face, she reflected on a successful night. She had arranged almost everything. Amy first met Jarryd at his local gym. She had managed to wangle herself a part time job as a receptionist and recognised him the moment he walked through the door. He was a small-time celebrity in the area. She had expected him to be brash and arrogant but he was really actually.