“I think about what it would be like if you sucked my cock. I imagine lying on my back while you take my cock in your mouth, licking and sucking it,...making me cum”. “Fuck,” she whispered. “What do you do when you’re thinking about those things?” “I get myself off,” I told her. “I stroke my cock while I think about fucking you and I imagine your face in front of me when I make myself cum”. Suddenly Sonia was grabbing at my t-shirt, pulling it up and off dropping it to the floor. I responded. We discussed a lot about it, I told him so much that I will do this I will do that bla bla, with my talk he got it that I’m really excited, then he told me if your happy that’s all I want and we decided to go by bus over night and the day came n we planned to meet at the bus lobby.We got into the bus and it’s half empty we sat all the way at the back,while we are going he started bugging saying you told me you will wear sexy cloths bla bla what happen to you and I was wearing jeans and t. But I got to go out and do some of the things I enjoyed. We even got to have some bass I caught for dinner one night in our villa.And there were two activities for which she gladly joined me. We spent a day at the flea market merrily shopping. We also spent part of another day at the Outlets, although I'm pretty sure it wasn't my idea.Mostly, though, I gave in on small things too unimportant to remember.I do remember discussions about clothing and about my hair because they had a similar theme. ”“Thud!”“Six. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”“Thud!”“Seven. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”“Thud!”“Eight. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”“Thud!”“Nine. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”“Thud!”“Ten. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”Miss Manson paused and leaned in close to inspect her neighbour’s daughter’s bottom. It was bright red and her thighs and backs of legs.