I gave him my name, we shook hands and we headed inside. We got to the elevator and went up to his floor. There was some nervous silence as we waited ...or the elevator door to open. He was clearly as nervous as I was as he guided me down the hallway, the wrong way. He apologized and we turned around and went back to his unit. After this, I was much more relaxed now knowing that he was as anxious as I was. Getting inside, it was a nice apartment, a one bedroom that was tastefully decorated. We. Too bad the Master can’t hear it. He would like it too. Watch me squirm and spread my legs, watch my hands roaming all over my body. I grab my slit and rub, I pinch my breasts until it hurts. And I’m still thinking about that spanking I got in college. I can’t get it out of my mind now. I remember the professor’s arm around my waist, holding me down. His hand felt like made out of iron, spanking and spanking and spanking my ass in a methodical way. It was a true punishment rather than sex play.. I slouched and began to fall to the towel we had waiting for me.I laid straight out and brought my legs together. I rested my head on a little of the pillow and had my hands, fingers out straight, right under my chin.I felt Bill straddled me with his legs as he knelt on the bed behind my prone figure. We were about knee to knee at his point.I felt him take hold of the base of the plug and begin to work it in and out a little. After a few minutes of wild anticipation by me he began to pull it. She was definitely ready for anything; her pussy was leaking, by the time I got to and parted her dense bush to start my assault on her nether regions.I had two fingers up a decidedly tight vagina, while my tongue and lips diddled her clit. She couldn't take anymore, and fell headfirst over the cliff into an orgasm. I took the opportunity to get undressed myself, and then proceeded to line myself up with her pussy. My modest dimensions, fairly average as far as the stats allegedly go, were soon.