I see Amiee is smiling as she watches my semi-hard cock come closer to her. I get to where she is kneeling and I grab both pigtails with one hand and ...ull her head back"WHAT YOU ARE SMILING ABOUT!" I am sorry Mr. Smith, I won't do it again I promise"I slap her across the face, not hard but it made a nice sound and if me yelling at Amiee didn't get Tom's attention that sure did."WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO CALL ME?" I am sorry Sir" You need to learn some respect" Yes Sir" How you do properly. There were blooming meadows and pretty orchids by the roadside. Tom had taken the main road north from the airport on the outward journey, missing the rural backbone of Slovakia. His car was fitted with a Satnav and he had both a good road atlas and two detailed tourist maps. He reckoned he could stop for coffee en route and be in Bratislava for tea time. As he made his way south he began to form little embryonic plans for his sabbatical. He had always fancied Prague. Some of his mates had done. He could do whatever he wanted to them, and oh, he did. There was a young woman on the treadmill, who David found very attractive, aside from one little detail; her boobs were far too small. That was easily changed though, and with a single thought, the woman was sporting a pair of F-cups, which jiggled as she ran. Of course, she wouldn't notice until she got home, but what a shock she'd have when she did.Over on the weight-lifting machines, one man was doing reps, but David noticed that his. It won’t be as good as having a man inside you, but you’ll like it all the same. I want to see you do it.” “It’s wrong, it’s evil!” “Forget all that. Think about how it feels.” His voice dropped to that persuasive purr she remembered so well, the one that haunted her thoughts. “Think about how it felt to have me down there, my tongue on you. Remember that? I do … your sweet taste, the clear honey of your excitement … oh, yes, I remember.” “Stop it,” she moaned, his words bringing an unwilling.