"Trust me, that hand was broken," she affirmed. "Anyone else would be wearing a banjo splint for the next three months." Wow," he said softly in wonde...."Come on, I cooked a box of spaghetti and heated a jar of sauce. We gotta get you charged up again or you'll be good for nothing in the morning."She helped him stand and half carried him to the kitchen. She took a pot of sauce off the stove and simply poured it over a large bowl of spaghetti waiting on the table. She handed him a fork and stood. As I started withdrawing I felt his fingers in my hair again. I licked the underside of his glans rapidly using the tip of my tongue. Raj, groaned, bucked and I felt him starting to cum. I tried to raise my head but was prevented from doing so by Raj’s hands pressing down. I gave a shrug and continued sucking greedily as his fat shaft began pumping hot cum into my sucking abused mouth. I kept jacking his cock and swallowing till he had emptied his balls inside my mouth. For several minutes I. The crop carries a nasty sting I have never grown used to. The sight of it in his hand always makes a knot in my stomach as I know what is to come.The house was intimidating enough without thinking of what was inside. The style was gothic of course, if the house had been modern the theme would have been different. Three stories of Victorian gingerbread with a wrap-around veranda.As it was our first time, we were greeted by the hostess and shown round. There was little furniture as they had just. The fact that this was an escort had not re-entered my mind. By now she and I were belly to belly with only her underwear on as she comforted me. Without any guidance I wrapped my hands around her body and unhooked her bra strap, as I did this she giggled once again and quickly slipped off the bra revealing her well sized chest. She moved back towards me and her nipples dragged along the front of my body. By now I was extremely turned on and I was under the subconscious impression that this was.