‘Be patient, Samantha.’ I tried my best to restrain myself as he savaged my clit once more with his tongue, never once stopping to break. I grabbe... on to the covers of the bed as he grabbed my legs and swung them over his shoulders, burying himself deeper into me. Before I knew it, my legs were shaking against his back and my body tensed up, releasing an intensifying orgasm. He put my legs back down and stood up before me. Grabbing me by the waist, he pushed me back up the bed some and then. All the while I was staring at his cock while he flexed it for me and made it strain and relax, strain and relax, with just his cock muscles… just flexing it for me to see. WOW. He was so fucking hard, I could see the veins down the sides, though his thin pants. I could see the head clearly. And it was the size of a small apple! After a while, he was dipping pre-cum!!! I could SEE it wetting his slacks, lol. I was absolutely sticky, I was so fucking wet!!! Anyway, to make a long story short, I. "Anastasia tossed her long, black hair. "So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your High School days!"Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirties, folded her arms beneath her rather large breasts. "While you and your husband would waste her on some desk job. You'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administrate some logging town." At least she'd be useful!" spat Anastasia. "She wouldn't be out fucking every farm girl she could. He didn’t tolerate any lying or half-truths. “Yes. Is that okay?” “Sir.” She had almost forgotten to address him properly.“And you had quite a number of orgasms, didn’t you?” Again, another accusation.But he had given her permission, she thought guardedly. The protest caught in her throat, and she resolved to only answer. “Yes sir.” She felt as timid as a five year old at that point. “How many?” he demanded, a little more sternly.Should she have answered with how many instead of just.