He ran his tongue over the slightly raised impact points then gently blew.Her body relaxed against the restraints causing her to lean slightly forward... Three concussions landed with just as much force, if not more, than the first two. They sounded like someone that was enthusiastically applauding their favorite musical performance. The applause continued for four more shocking encores.The tears were plunging to the floor in large dollops. They were no longer meshing with the saliva soaked. Your moaning gets louder. My cunt is dripping. Finally I bite down just a tad too hard on your nipple and you gasp, yanking my face upwards by my hair. I wince but you seem to get off on it. I can smell your cunt, it's strong but sweet.The candles are burning low. You swing your legs into the bathtub and leave my kneeling there outside it. With a backwards glance you toss a bar of soap at me. I snort and roll my eyes. I carefully reach around you to turn on the water. I can't look at your face,. "Oh, and why is that?" Didn't you use to play basketball in college before you started acting? You were teammates with that Duncan guy before he started playing for the Spurs."Wincing inwardly, Darren kept a smile plastered on his face. "No, I didn't go to Wake Forest; in fact, I haven't been to college. You're probably thinking of-" -Marc Blucas. I know." She grinned impishly. "The look on your face was priceless. But enough of the chitchat; I want to show you your room." She grabbed his hand,. He included his phone number and the times he normally was home. For an extra touch he put a dab of his cologne, Old Spice on the letter before it was enclosed in the envelope. Fair is fair, he thought.About a month later, on a Thursday night Bob got a phone call from Maureen. He plane had just landed and she was at Travis Air Force Base in California. She was waiting for the shuttle to take her to San Francisco Airport were she would grab a flight to Bob's town. She had something to do during.