The only time Pam screamed was when a dead body hit the pole where we were hanging. All I could see was that it was a male body. Somehow it felt bette... than if it had been a woman.At some point I lost the sense of time. I just noticed that instead of pulling me away from the pole the water started pushing me towards the pole. When we finally were able to stand on the ground - or in the mess that used to be the ground - I was almost too weak to stand on my own. Again, it was the presence of Pam. I wanted to enter her pussy with my well lubricated huge prick up to the balls. This desire was driving me mad. We were teasing each other. First she was just looking at me with her wonderful green eyes sort of seducing me by her look, then she closed her eyes, breathing heavily, moaning, swaying her hips. She desperately wanted to feel me inside her, but she seemed to be waiting for something. At the very moment when I was about to rush inside her, she grasped my cock and directed it in her. “When we’re in a play session, this is how I want you to begin each time. Clothes off, hair up, on your knees, and hands behind your back. Understand?”“Yes, miss,” I say back.She leans down and slides her tongue into my ear before moving to nibble on the lobe. The sudden feel of her hot tongue against me elicits an instant moan from the back of my throat.“Do we need to review our rules or do you remember them?” she asks and I can feel her mouth against me.“I remember them,” I whisper back with. Suddenly the curtains opened,closed, and then he was alone.Aw shit, thought Mike, as he put away his cum-coveredcock, she could have taken care of this load. He feltin his coat pocket for a handkerchief, but there wasnone to be found. He sighed; how was going to clean uphis pants? A thought occurred to him. He pulled out hisshirttails � his shirt had a generous cut � and cleanedup his pants as best he could. Mike buttoned his coat over the dark spot on his pantsand made his way back to the.