"Would you look at that," she said as she held up her finger.I looked at the finger. "I don't see anything," I told her.She smiled. "Exactly," she tol... me. "You don't see anything, but now what happens when I do this."Even as she had been talking, she had been moving closer to me and then she was standing next to me. One hand pulled up the hem of my short, little skirt and then she slid her finger between my legs. "The rest of the room is clean," she told me, "but let's see just how clean it is. She holded me like that and kept going like a wild a****l on my ass for an hour straight and she woulld scratch my body each time i talked.After one hour missionary hard fuck i felt i couldnt even move my hands anymore she felt it and let my hands free and put her fingers on my mouth and made me choke and than scratch both my ass cheek and slap them.She started slapping my face as i couldnt even rise my hands to put them over my face to protect myself. Dont worry honey it is just one time i. "Nick, my sweet gentle man, I love you more than ever."Nick said nothing but held her to him. There was silence; happy, contented silence.Nick was just drifting off to sleep when Sally asked softly, "Nick? Could we do that again?"They did and fell asleep entwined.Both, out of sheer habit woke at six-thirty. Neither wanted to budge but to stay in each other's arms.Nick at last pulled himself together. Charlie was coming for him at seven-thirty. He extracted himself resolutely despite protesting. For the first time he truly looked at her face. He guessed she was in her late teens or early twenties. Her face was more familiar than any he had seen but he was sure he had never seen her before, her beauty dazzled him. He looked into her eyes and was startled. Her eyes were deep blue, fading to grey, brightening to green and then smouldering to hazel."Your eyes" he breathed.She leant forward and whispered into his ear."I love you, so now you love me." Her words were like a drug and as he.