“Let’s make you feel good, hmm?” she said. I did mention the belly dancing before, didn’t I? She could have given Mata Hari lessons! She hardl... moved her shoulders or her legs. All the motion was in her hips. My cock felt like it was being chewed up and swallowed. I gasped within about ten seconds. After another minute, I came harder than I had all weekend. When I finished she looked down at me with a smile. A real smile this time. The same smile she’d worn when she delivered the lasagna to me. Despite that, however, he did manage to get the right key in the door to discover that Natalie had evidently had the locks changed. For the next few moments he banged on the door as loudly and forcibly as he could until he gave up from sheer exhaustion. He collapsed on the front step wheezing as his under-used lungs and heart strove mightily to catch up with the strange demands being placed on them. While his body recovered from the strain, David glanced up and grabbed the note tacked to the. But the bastard wasn't content to rub the mere fact that I was responding like a bitch in heat to his spanking, he took his juice-covered fingers and brought them around to my face, right in front of my mouth. I could smell my pussy-juices on his fingers right in front of me and it was clear what he wanted. I opened my mouth and began to suck my own juices off of his fingers as he resumed his obsession with spanking my already reddened ass and thighs. Now, totally humiliated, I began to lose. "This job offer was the best one of the bunch so I moved here last semester. Did you come down from the Great White North to play hockey?" Actually, I earned a scholarship in Computer Science, the hockey just sort of happened," I informed her."Well, an intelligent athlete, most impressive Mr. Stewart," she said with a grin. "I'll have to keep an eye on you, and maybe take in a game to see what all the fuss is about." Let me know if you need help with the rules, I'd be happy to explain the game.