”“Give me an hour. I need to get ready.”“Fair enough.”I put the phone down and went to get ready myself. I took care of the three S’s: shi..., shower and shave. I went and picked out a pink polo shirt and one of my nicer pairs of black jeans. I wanted to dress to impress without overdoing it. I’ve always kind of struggled with that department. Anyway, I grabbed my keys and off I wentI arrived about 10 minutes early, grabbed a tablet to play poker and ordered a beer, then sat and waited. About 5. .Sam's mind began to wander back to the previous nights activities..."So, you want to know more about what it feels like, Sam?" Tammy toyed, as she sat up in her living room couch. They had met up after Sam's shift ended, and ended up at Tammy's, just the two of them. "Words can't describe, how it makes me feel," Tammy continued, "but if you're that desperate, to find out, I can spank you!" she said with a seductive wink.Sam's mind was reeling, as the thought gave her chills. Tammy and Sam. “That is... strange. What kind of cake would you like?”“Ah, that one.” She points to the strawberry swirl.At least someone’s going to eat that, thinks Acele as she cuts free one of the two red striped slices. The plate she sets it on is a bit too big, much like the fork she hands to the woman.“Thank you, Acele.”Just like that all doubt is blown from her mind. Acele’s heart races around a single conclusive thought: She knows my name?How could she not? After explaining in perfect detail, your. “Jesus,” I said. It hurt, but it kind of didn’t. He moved in and out a few times to get me slicked up inside, repositioned his legs, and pushed all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” I said. He pumped me hard for a minute or so, then pulled out. I turned face down with my legs apart. He pushed back in and started fucking me hard. This wasn’t the long slow fuck I had asked for. It was the pounding and plowing I had said I didn’t want. But now that it was happening, I wasn’t going to stop it. He lay.