Let's go home and fuck." I readily got up and we said a few goodbyes (except for our friend, who was still somewhere inside the house), and then left... On the way home I aked her a few times about what happened, but she refused to say anything, just smiling. Once we were in our bedroom, I asked again what had happened, and she said, "Fuck me and I'll tell you." I threw her on the bed, and got our clothes off. She laid on her stomach (she likes me to fuck her from behind), and I got on top of. Mike felt a bit of a fool standing looking at a Telegraph, not his type of paper at all. A man sat down beside him at the bar.“Hello Mike, I am Richard.”They had both driven 30 miles to this pub even though they only lived 5 miles apart. Mike had worn his Muppet boxers that Diana had bought him last Christmas and he knew that they were wet. He tried to keep his voice quiet and soft, didn’t want anyone to hear their conversation, but the pub was fairly noisy and they could. Her eyes half-closed. ‘This silly boy needs a little reminder of who’s in control.’ He felt Lisura’s supple fingers wrap around his cock and give a long, soft stroke. ‘I…’ What was she asking, again? ‘Na-a-ame,’ she moaned, taking her hand away and rubbing his cock again with one nymph juice-covered finger. He suddenly had a great deal of trouble remembering why he was resisting. ‘Alrek,’ he whispered meekly. Lisura smiled at him. ‘Good boy,’ she cooed. He shuddered at the praise. ‘Such a good. Throw me ... out ... hooker ... have to be ... need this ... hooked ... Jesus...She dove even deeper on his cock as she thought about how dependent she was on the prick in her mouth. So dependent, in so many ways.Now she was sitting across from Peter, feeling his and her juices drying on her face. That was an other of the things she really disliked, but Peter insisted on it, so she endured, the worse was when she felt the dried cum crack on her face as she talked or smiled. It was possibly even.