.She told me that she had already picked out the place where she was dancing and told me that she has to go early to meet her there at 10:00 pm... The...day dragged on and finally around 7:00 she said she had to go to get ready and gave me directions to the place and kissed me goodbye and left.. So I had 3 hours to kill what was I to do.. I sat there picturing the whole night as she dances and strips up on stage for everyone too see...9:30 approaches and I leave to go to the club.. I arrive at 5. I could feel his hard end pushing up against me several times, before he found what he was searching for and slid effortlessly inside me.> He was big and seemed to go up me forever. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his warm juices coming inside me in short spurts.> His front paws had me in a vice-like grip and he was going in and out of me like an express train.> I felt so humiliated. When was it going to stop?> He gave one almighty thrust and I remember. Mistress says “eight” and stops stroking just as I begin to erupt. She laughs as she watches the cum spasm from my ruined orgasm into my open, willing mouth and splatters on my face. Mistress purrs with delight as she milks the last several drops into my open mouth and asks, “Do you like it as much as I liked swallowing all those other men’s loads?” She laughs again and whispers in my ear, “That re-stiffening of my cock tells me what turned you on more. You like to hear about me sucking other. Brody score?" "No, but Mark did." "Look at you. You're turning into a puck bunny!" Ryan threw the bag of chips, leaving a trail of crumbs across the living room floor. "I am not." Lara leaned back in the chair, laughing. "Oh, come on, Ryan." She wiped at her eyes. "I was kidding. And on top of that, you missed me completely." Ryan stared at the debris on the rug. "I know. Still. I'm not a bunny, puck or otherwise." "Come on, I'll help clean it up." Lara got up and retrieved the hand vacuum.