She dressed quietly smart in style, whether tailored jeans, or a suit. She enjoyed our conversations, and seemed to like my sense of humour. She said ...he had a tight circle of friends, but it was good to talk away from work with someone who listened. I booked into the hotel, and went for a walk after the drive. She wasn't expected till later, and the first 'get together' was purely social over dinner that night. I had just set out when my mobile rang. It was her. 'Hi, I saw your car in the car. Your bragging deserves acknowledgement. Ten strokes of my belt will remind you to be more humble about your mediocre skills next time. Turn around and present your ass to me.?She was not surprised that Paul sounded like the anal expert from earlier. If he were going to disguise his voice effectively, he had to learn a lot more accents. She presented her ass as instructed and counted out ten strokes of the belt. They hurt and she squealed pathetically after each stroke.She spent the rest of the. That dreaded fear became a reality as she only just set foot into herroom when the speakers came to life. "Good evening Marcy, I hope you hada great day at work? Linda gave me an interesting phone call this morningregarding your horniness and well I have to say I'm disappointed in you,lying to try and get someone else to get you off," the voice said makingMarcy's stomach knot up."Don't worry though, I've already found the perfect way to deal withthis. Since you seemed so eager to carry out. From then on I had to have pussy that way.I asked her about the cream and she said that her stepdad and her brother had just fucked her and she hadn't had enough. I was walking by because I lived two trailers down so I got lucky. She asked if she could be my girlfriend. I never had one so I said "Sure".She would be in my bed when I got home from work or would slip in late at night or just about any time I was around. Her cunt was always slippery and she wanted me to put more in there. I liked.