SMACK!?Predictably, Cyrus fell on his face, grabbing his chest. Hans was revolted. Like every good Master, Hans had a Master of his own, and could tak... numerous hits to the chest without even wincing. Some Spartans these Americans were.?"Rise, immediately, Cyrus." Hans took the cane, and this time swung it hard against Cyrus's still erect penis. SNAP! Yess! The penis went down obediently...though of course Cyrus fell on the floor again, crying...this was getting rather tiresome.?But Hans put. In December 1998 Susan told me she was moving to Sacramento, California. My Sacramento, we'd finally meet. So what did I do? I freaked.All this time I never thought we'd meet. We talked about fucking each other's brains out and now it might happen. What was I going to do? I wouldn't cheat on my wife, that was just a fantasy. My wife knew I talked to people online. I even suggested to her once while I was drunk we add a woman to our bed. She laughed, commenting that would happen right after we. The way I figured it, Matt and I balanced each other out pretty well.I kept him from getting too sedentary and out of shape, while hemotivated me to study and get decent grades. I'd introduced him topaintball, and he was the one who got me hooked on gaming. He'dwarned me about my psycho ex-girlfriend before it was too late, andI'd hooked him up with a hot cheerleader girlfriend."So," I said, picking up Matt's paintball gun. The air cartridgewasn't installed, so there was no chance of an. "Now lay on the bed." She climbed on after him, kneeling over his head, one leg on each side, and lowered herself onto his mouth. She felt the flat of his tongue lick her folds eagerly, and began to moan softly at the sensation. He ran his tongue forwards and backwards over her clit quickly, and could smell the infuriatingly amazing smell of her pussy. He could see how wet she was, and ran his tongue through it, tasting it as it entered his mouth. His tongue lingered at the opening of her.