“Oh, no!" I said quickly, enjoying my own lies. "That's disgusting!" It is not, really” Buck hissed quietly."I enjoy it a lot and all women say it...s different but feels great..." But it must hurt..." I lied again, knowing my asshole was used to receive a thick hard dick…"Just a little when it first goes in". He said smiling. "But we will get you well lubricated, stretched and relaxed, so you might not even notice that" Well… if you say so. But ... be careful, okay?" I purred softly.Then he. “So how are you doing, Kaitlyn. Have you been behaving yourself?” He asked. “I’ve been good enough not to get spanked.” “Well, that’s a start.” “Yeah, it is. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I was on my laptop chatting with my friends.” “Would you mind if I smoke?” He asked. “Do whatever.” I said. He pulled out a pack of Marlboros from his jacket pocket. He quickly lit his cigarette while I got back online. If I had my way, I would have asked him to leave, but I know that would have had some serious. The fiery red hair flowing across her shoulders has a hypnotic effect as she swings round to the cooler cabinet behind her. As she bends at the knees her short denim skirt rides up a little, stretching across a perfect ass. I look to my left, then my right, to see if anyone else has their mind in the gutter, absolutely they do! As far as I can tell, everyone at the bar is mesmerized, and to prove she knows what she’s doing she straightens up with a wiggle, looks over her shoulder, and pouts. I quickly came, as usual, then tried asking her what was on her mind. She was just tired. She seemed to be tired all the time after that. So tired she just stopped having sex with me. Months pass and I finally see her attitude pick up and a smile on her face. I was thinking that maybe that evening I’d be getting lucky but close to the end of the Friday work day she sent me a text and asked if it would be ok if she went out for drinks with some of the girls from work. Sure, why not was my.